A Daughter of the North
By NEPHI ANDERSON
Author of "Added Upon," "The Castle Builder,"
"Piney Ridge Cottage, "Story of Chester
With Five Drawings by C. E. Tillotson
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Copyright by Nephi Anderson
*' Nevertheless, neither is the man without the
Woman, neither the woman without the man, in
the Lord. "
I Cor. 11:11.
Table of Contents
I. The Regatta 5
II. The Ball at Brevik 13
III. Heimstad 25
IV. Picnic and Politics 37
V. A Little Love and Theology ... 43
VI. The Grace of God 53
VII. An Overburdened Mind .... 64
VIII. Atelia's Temptation 72
IX. Norseman Blood 78
X. The Mormon Marriage System . . 89
XL Elder Larsen Has Visitors ... 96
XII. Atelia Says, 'Tes— But— " ... 104
XIII. Halvor and Atelia attend Conference 115
XIV. The President Talks on Love . . 127
XV. Atelia Deals with Three Situations 141
XVI. Atelia's World 154
XVII. Things to Be Preserved and Things
to Be Destroyed 170
XVIIL Up the Coast 181
XIX. A Visit to Saga-Land 189
XX. Atelia Sails Another Race . . . 204
XXI. One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six-
All Here 218
XXII. Elder Larsen Gets Even With Uncle
XXIII. Christmas Eve at Strand .... 240
XXIV. Halvor and Atelia Begin Right . * . 254
A Land of 'the Mountain and the flood' . . 27
"Our waterfalls * * * in rugged beauty
are not surpassed" 37
A few rods away stood a 'Stabur' .... 56
The white walls of Oscar's Hall gleamed
from the green setting 120
A fleet of fishing boats * * * made for the
fishing grounds 204
A Daughter of the North.
|T was an ideal day for the sailing. The
choppy waves of the sea danced merrily
before the North Sea breeze. The sky
was filled with flying clouds, soft and
white, and the deep blue beyond showed in
patches of changeable sizes and shapes.
The Norwegian coast stood out bold against
the sea and sky. The dark green pines reached
to the water's edge, save where a rocky head-
land jutted out from the forest and met the
sea with a wall of solid rock. A few islands
broke the coast line to the north, but othenvise
there was a clear sweep of the vision to where
the sea and the sky met on the horizon.
The to\\Ti of Langesund lies at the entrance
to that beautiful sheet of water, Skien Fjord,
about one hundred miles from Christiania. The
little town was now decked in hoHday attire, for
the annual meeting of the national regatta was
to be held at the city of Brevik, a few miles
up the fjord, and the races were to be sailed
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on the course outside the harbor of Langesund.
The boats began to arrive on the course early.
They came from the north coast and the south
coast; but most of them, having arrived the
day before and passed the night at Brevik, now
came saihng down the fjord, a long procession
of white-winged boats. There were at least
a hundred of them, large and small, gathered
at the starting point. Excursion steamers were
crowded with sight-seers; tugs were converted
into passenger boats; fishing smacks were now
pleasure boats. Everything that would float on
the ruffled water outside the harbor was pressed
into service that day.
One of the last of the boats that sped down
the waters of the fjord to the open sea was
a graceful craft, painted white and bearing the
name of the "Swan." Captain Halvor Steen
sat at the helm. A steamer-load of people cheered
him as he passed, as an expression of admiration
for the young man, who was well known among
his pleasure-faring countrymen. He waved his
cap in return as his boat turned gracefully in
towards the starting line.
The first gun from the judges' boat was
fired just as the "Swan" arrived. This signal
was for the boats in class one to get ready.
The "Swan" belonged to class two, so she had
plenty of time to swing around into position.
Only one boat of class one crossed the line,
so no race was declared. The interest now
centered on class two, in which there were five
entries. They were maneuvering to get into
position, and when the signal was given, four
boats crossed the line nearly abreast.
The sailing was over a trianglar course. The
first angle was against the wind, and the boats
immediately began to tack, which soon separated
them so that each had free space to the first
Halvor Steen and his crew were confident of
winning. The "Swan" had never yet disappointed
them. She was now behaving splendidly. The
wind and the sea were favorable to them, and
they were well in the lead. Half way to the
first turn, it was plainly seen that there were
but three boats in the race, — the "Swan," the
"Virga" and a blue-painted boat which had
slipped over the line a little late and had tacked
away from the "Swan," but which was now well
"Halvor," asked Sven, the "Swan's" sailing
master, "what boat is that coming along third?
Her next tack will bring her well up."
Captain Steen leveled his glass at the blue
boat. He gave a surprised whistle, lowered his
glass, adjusted it, and looked again.
"It's the Blue Bird,' " said he.
"Yes, it's the *Blue Bird,' and Froken Held-
man herself is at the helm." He handed the
glass to his friend.
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"You're right. Didn't you know?"
"I had no idea she was going to race this
year. In fact, she told me herself that she had
given up the sea. Well, well, Sven, we'll have
a run for our money."
The "Swan" turned into the eye of the wind,
and her sails for an instant flapped loosely, then
as the wind filled the canvas, she sped on. One
more tack ought to bring them to the turn. The
"Virga" was close in, and the "Blue Bird" now
crossed the track of the "Swan" not far behind.
Both crews cheered as they passed, Froken Held-
man waving her kerchief in response to Captain
Steen's lifted cap.
And now they all steered for the turn. The
"Swan" led, the "Virga" was a close second, and
the "Blue Bird" followed as third. They all
rounded gracefully, and adjusting their sails to
the new course, they sped on their way. The
breeze continued strong, the sails pulled hard,
the tilted bows cut the water like knives.
The three boats kept vefy nearly their relative
position during the hour it took them to reach
the second turn. Once around that, and the wind
was perfect for a swift race to the finish.
Captain Steen feared this last leg of the triangle,
for he knew what the "Blue Bird" could do in
such a wind and sea. So he looked carefully to
his own boat, seeing that every rope was in place
and that every inch of canvas was doing its
work. With the spectators, the interest was
now high. Most of the slow-moving craft steered
to the finish to see the outcome.
Halvor Steen turned his glass oftener to the
"Blue Bird" than to the one which was giving
him the closer race. Froken Heldman was still
at the tiller, where, no doubt, she would stay-
to the finish; for all who knew her knew also
that no man there could better fill the place.
The *'Swan" rounded the second buoy, and with
a big curve and not a flap of sail, she pointed
her nose to the final goal. The "Virga" did
the same. Just as the *'Blue Bird" got well
around the buoy, there sprang out from her mass
of canvas, another sail, big and w^hite like a
magic blossom. The wind caught it and shaped
it into a bulging form, which tuged at the
rigging and was in danger of wrecking the small
craft. The boat keeled, she dipped till the lee-
ward deck touched the water. With a bound she
rushed through the sea. A white w^ave curved
at her bow, and a shower of spray drenched the
deck. Slowly, as if reluctantly, she righted her-
self, and then could be seen a row of men
clinging to the windward rail to act as ballast.
The boat passed the **Virga," and was fast
lessening the distance between herself and the
Captain Steen saw what the skipper of the
"Blue Bird" had done when it was nearly too
late. "More canvas," he shouted to his men.
Crowd it on. Quick, men ;" and the men obeyed.
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The "Virga" was certainly out of the race.
Her skipper tried to put on more sail, but he
had to take it in again, at which his boat dropped
hopelessly in the rear. The crowds on near-by
steamers cheered, and the excitement ran high.
Now the race was between Captain Steen and
Froken Heldman, and the fact that a daughter
of the north was giving the captain the race of
his life, added greatly to the zest of the sport.
There was some danger too in this crowding on
canvas to the limit, for who could tell just where
the limit was, and after that, what then?
Captain Steen looked hurriedly at his rival, now
not many feet away, and his fear of defeat was
mixed with admiration for the girl. She sat
with firm hand on the tiller. Her cap had
fallen from her head, and her long brown hair
was flying in the wind. Her eyes shone, her
cheeks glowed, her lips were set. She might
have been a beautiful water-nymph instead of
the Atelia Heldman he knew so well. Halvor
Steen's wonder grew with his admiration.
But there was no time for such thoughts now.
If he was to win this race he must bend every
energy to his work. The "Blue Bird" was slowly,
but surely gaining on him.
"Can we stand a little more canvas?" asked
Captain Steen of his sailing master.
"Not another thread."
"Then I fear we're beaten."
The two boats were beautiful things to see.
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The ''Blue Bird" in making her spurt had taken
the windward side, but she was keeping far
enough away from her rival not to take her
The breeze was splendid, a strong steady blow
which occasionally tipped the larger waves with
white. The clouds had become darker, and there
were signs of rain in the west. White sails
dotted the water in every direction, for there
were the third and fourth class boats taking
part in their own races.
Attentiion, however, for the time was centered
in the two big incoming boats. In fifteen or
twenty minutes they would cross the line, and
which would be first, was not easy to say. The
''Blue Bird" to all appearances was still a few
feet behind, but the fact that she was slowly
but surely gaining meant much at the final. The
two crews worked with every nerve and muscle
tense. Though the two boats were within
speaking distance, not even a glance was ex-
changed between the crews.
Steadily, and without the flutter of a thread,
the two racers cleave the water. Every man is
still; there is no time for change or adjustment
now, even if any such were thought of. The
half-mile or so of the course remaining must
be sailed without the loss of a foot. With delicate
skill Captain Steen and Froken Heldman move
the rudders of their boats as if holding the reins
of steeds that must win a race. Now they are
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even, racing nose to nose; now the ''Blue Bird"
creeps ahead of the **Swan" inch by inch during
the last quarter of a mile. On they come, steady,
swift, beautiful as things of life. They are near
the line, — they cross, the "Blue Bird" nearly
half a length ahead.
The crowd of spectators, waiting in silent
expectancy during the final moments, now breaks
into tremendous cheering. Such a ringing of
bells and blowing of whistles was never heard
before, at any sailing of the national regatta.
THE BALL AT BREVIK.
IFTY or more sail boats lay at anchor
all in a row at Brevik's west wharf. Not
^^ a ripple disturbed their perfect repose.
Their sails were tightly furled. Not a hght
gleamed from any deck ; they were as if wrapped
in peaceful sleep, resting from the exciting
exertions of the day.
The Norwegian summer night is never very
dark, and so this evening the stars in the
clearing sky, struggling against the light of
day, made a poor showing. The little town of
Brevik, its houses clustered on its rocky hills,
shone with the light of lamps. Many people
walked back and forth along its narrow, crooked
A hoarse whistle was hear from the bay, and
the crowds moved toward the wharf. A large,
well-lighted steamer came in and lay alongside
the pier. Across the gang-plank streamed a
merry company of visitors to the town to partici-
pate in the final ceremonies attendant on the
sailing of the national regatta. There was
hurrying of officials, greeting of friends, talk
and laughter. Everybody seemed happy and
14 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
Hotel Nord faces one of Brevik's broadest
streets. At the rear of the hotel, next to the
beach and a pier extending out into the water,
there is a narrow strip of park. Hotel Nord's
ball room, where the events of the evening were
to center, opened on to this little garden.
This room was not a protentious one. The usual
board and paneled walls were decorated with
flags and evergreens. Three heavy chandehers
filled with lamps hung from the ceiling. The
platform in one end of the room was adorned
with a portrait of the King, draped in colors;
and prominently among the flags was the pen-
nant of the victorious "Blue Bird."
The people were slow in arriving; when they
did come, they gathered into groups to exchange
greetings and discuss the events of the day.
Just as the musicians were tuning-up their in-
struments, a gray-haired man in uniform
mounted the platform and rapped for order.
Most of the people found seats, and conversation
"Ladies and gentlemen," said the official, "the
committee on prize awards wish to make their
announcements before dancing is engaged in."
After reviewing the day's races, he announced
the prizes and the prize winners. He began with
the smaller boats, so that he might work up to
a fitting climax with the statement that a true
daughter of the North, the daughter of his old
friend, Captain Heldman, had won the highest
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honors of the day. The crowd grew still at
this, and taking advantage as well as courage
by the attitude of his audience, he went on paying
a glowing tribute to all the daughters, and all
the mothers of the North. 'They are capable,
and they are worthy," said he, **to be our equals
in every good thing. After a while, all you good
women will cast your ballot with your brothers,
and some of you will sit with them in the law
making body of our land."
''Hear, hear. Hurrah!"
"Listen, all of you ladies," continued the
speaker after the tumult had subsided; "let me
give you this bit of advice: when that time
comes, when you may be matched with your
brothers for high honors, win your race as fairly
as Froken Atelia Heldman has won hers this
"We will, we will!"
"Ladies and gentlemen, one more announce-
ment: Froken Heldman this afternoon waited
upon this committee and stated that she would
gladly accept the prize cup, but that we were
to divide the money which she fairly won be-
tween the Sailor's Home at Bredesund and the
Fisherman's Fund of Brevik."
The speaker ended and came down from the
platform amid the cheers of a large company.
Then, just as the musicians again made ready
to begin. Captain Heldman entered the ball room
16 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
with his daughter Atelia on his arm. They re-
ceived an ovation.
Captain Heldman was over seventy, and his
steps were not strong, though this evening he
tried to bring back his sturdy sea-legs of younger
days. His weather-beaten face wore a pleasant
smile as he marched into the hall with the prize
winner on his arm. And as friends gathered
around them with their congratulations, he was
very, very happy.
And what a glorious picture that prize winner
made that evening as she walked across the
floor with her gray-haired sire at her side ! Tall,
taller than he, she seemed; straight as a pine
in Norway's woods, with a step as light and
graceful as an open, natural Hfe among the hills
and seas of the North could make.
There are two distinct types of beauty among
the daughters of the north. The story-tellers
usually take the one with golden hair and blue
eyes for their heroine, making her the sole type
of northern beauty. Therein are they mistaken.
There are girls in Norway of pure Norse blood,
and they are not a few, whose dark hair, brown
eyes, and ruddy cheeks and lips will compare
favorably with the brunette beauty in any
southern clime. Of this latter type was Atelia
Heldman. The red in her cheeks shone from a
skin clear and beautiful, but not light in com-
plexion. Her eyes were of a soft brown shade.
Her head was covered with a mass of dark hair.
THE BALL AT BREVIK 17
nearly black. The perfect contour of chin and
lips and cheeks added not only to beauty of
face, but gave to it that quality hard to describe,
but suggested by such words as lovely or sweet.
''Come, father," said Atelia, " you must sit
down now. Here is a comfortable seat;" and
she led him across the floor to where Halvor
Steen was sitting. The old man caught Halvor
by the hand as if he was indeed glad to meet
him. With a merry twinkle in his eye, he con-
gratulated him on making such a fine race,
adding by the way of consolation that coming
out second best in a contest with Froken Held-
man is not so bad.
Halvor gallantly admitted that what the Cap-
tain said was true. 'To be second best, one
must necessarily be near to the best," he com-
mented, "and to be near to Froken Heldman is
to partake of some of the glory which surrounds
her, eh. Captain?"
'True, my boy; congratulate yourself."
'I am trying to," said Halvor with a smile.
Then Captain Heldman launched out in a
nautical explanation of the merits of the two
boats and why the "Blue Bird" was the faster.
The young man listened for a time, then turned
to Ateha and asked her for the next dance.
"I dance very poorly," she replied, "but if
you will help me, — I suppose I ought to try."
They glided on to the floor. Ah, very fitting
and somewhat romantic, thought the company
18 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
when they saw the couple together. As for
Halvor, he had a feeling that it was useless to be
angry with such a creature; had she not just
now admitted her dependence on him, and there
was some comfort in that. But why had she
entered the race? Why had she been so deter-
mined to beat him? He had asked himself the
question a score of times. As she smiled up into
his face in the dance, especially when she made
a miss-step, he w^ondered still more what lay in
that little head behind those beaming eyes.
After the dance, he led her out into the
garden. Under the trees nearest the hall were
lanterns and tables about which some were
sitting, eating and drinking.
"Let us go down to the water," suggested
"With pleasure," replied Atelia; "the ball-
room is warm, and dancing is really a task."
They walked on in silence down to the pier,
out to its end, and sat down on a seat by the
flag-staff. The night wind was blowing, and
Halvor adjusted his companion's wrap across
her shoulders. The waves lapped the timbers
of the wharf. A belated fishing smack was
beating up against the wind. The stars shone
more brightly above the pine-clad hills across
"It's beautiful," said Atelia softly.
Halvor was silent, but his companion went
on as if she did not notice his mood. She talked
THE BALL AT BREVIK 19
of the wind and the weather and many other
inconsequential things for a time, but her pur-
pose seemed to fail.
"Halvor," she asked, "you are angry with me ?"
He looked away across fjord and hills as
though not willing to risk the light of her eyes.
**Why did you sail your boat against me?"
he said at last.
"I wanted another race — just one; Fm through
"You told me six months ago that you were
through with racing."
"Yes; but there was a reason, a special reason
— Now Halvor, don't be angry, — I — "
"A reason? What do you mean? Why did
you stay out of the race until the last minute?
Why did you make such extraordinary efforts
to win, even to the risking of yourself and crew
with that balloon jib of yours? You are known
up and down the coast as the equal of any
sailor in your knowledge of handling a boat.
Why this added honor?"
Atelia laughed at him. "Why, Halvor, I didn't
think you would take it so to heurt to be beaten
"Well, of course I shouldn't, under ordinary
conditions; but I did just this once so wish
to win this race. I had a special reason, and
here you came — "
"And spoiled it— too bad— I'm sorry."
"No, you're not sorry."
20 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
"Halvor," she laid her hand on his arm," I'm
sorry that you are vexed, but I'm not sorry
I beat you in the race. I wanted to beat you.
I planned to beat you. I too, had a special
reason for doing what I have done."
*'Why, what can that be?" he asked in some
surprise at her frank statement.
"I, as well as you, may have reasons for not
telHng just now; but this I want you to believe
of me, I wouldn't injure you for the world. I
want you to believe this."
"I don't know what to believe."
"Believe that I am your friend, whether it
looks that way or not."
"I never was much of a hand at blind belief."
Atelia arose, and turned her head away. The
dance music came wailing on a breeze to them,
and they caught the sound of gaity from the
ball room. "I must go back to father," she said.
He slipped his hand under her arm as they
walked back. *Torgive me," he said, "for being
such a churl. You had just as much right to
sail and win the race as anybody. Vm like a
silly boy that cries when beaten."
"Don't say that. I know — I can appreciate — "
"And here I am monopolizing all your time,
when every captain in the fleet will want to
dance with you."
"I want to escape the captains but get to
father," she said. "How shall I do it?"
THE BALL AT BREVIK 21
"Here, sit by this table and Til bring him
out. Then we'll have something to eat."
They secured a table in a protected comer,
and in a short time Halvor returned with
Captain Heldman, who, after scolding his daugh-
ter good-naturedly for her neglect of him and
her host of admirers in the ball room, sipped
his coffee contentedly. ''This reminds me," he
began, and then followed one of his stories
when he was a young man. He had some
interesting tales to tell of adventures on sea and
land, for he had been around the world a good
many times in his life.
"I humbly beg your pardon for intruding, but
I knew no other way to get to speak to you,"
said a young man, as he approached the group.
"Welcome, Hr. Larsen," replied Captain Held-
man, "we're glad to see you. Here, sit down
The others also welcomed the new arrival
"I had to use my American tact, or 'cheek'
as you would call it to get by the official door-
keeper, but I made it, you see."
"You said you had business with the prize
winner. Is there an American— wealthy of
course — who wants to buy the racing yacht that
won the regatta, eh, Larsen?" asked the captain.
"Well, hardly that ; but really I am intruding—
I merely wanted to find out when you were
going to Heimstad. You remember you said I
22 A DAUGHTER OF THE NOPwTH
was to go with you, but no definite time was set.
"That's right. AteHa, when are we going
home? Fm ready any time now."
"We have a number of appointments to fill,
and then I am ready. Two or three days at the
most," replied the girl.
"And how did you come to Brevik?" continued
the captain. "I'll wager you came to see the
Hr. Larsen laughed away the idea.
"Did you see the race?" asked Atelia eagerly.
"I saw the race."
Captain Heldman slapped the young man on
the- back. "Good for you! Wasn't it great?
Don't you think Hr. Steen here should feel
greatly honored in being beaten as he was?"
"Well, there is something to that," agreed Hr.
"Here, waiter, bring us a soda-pop." Then after
the order had been taken, the old man went on
in his most bantering, good-natured mood, "Think
of it — a preacher, a missionary going to boat
'But father," began Atelia, as if coming to the
"Oh, there is no apology needed," said Hr.
Larsen. "I went to the races because I wanted
to see them. Of course, the special attraction
was that I knew our friend, Hr. Steen here was
to take part — I had no idea that Froken Heldman
also was to sail; — and let me tell you Captain
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Heldman that the religion I preach is one that
does not bar manly sport and innocent pleasure.
At home, I was the captain of a base-ball team.
All that is good and true and beautiful belongs
to my relgion, and never yet have I seen any-
thing more beautiful than that finish between
the ^Swan' and the 'Blue Bird.'"
The waiter brought another bottle and glass.
"And here you see/' continued Hr. Larson, "a
man who likes clean sport but doesn't like coffee
nor beer nor wine. Thanks for the soda-pop;
and here's to the winner, — and the gallant loser,
— and the grand old captain!"
The ball went on in full swing. Now and
then, gentlemen as they passed by, paused to
exchange greetings and to express congratula-
tions. Some of them looked as if they would
like to ask Froken Heldman for a dance, but
a lack of responsiveness in her prevented them,
and they went on their way.
'*Hr. Larsen," asked Hr. Steen, "where are
you staying here in Larvik?"
"With a friend of mine, Brother Isaksen; and
he's a most interesting man. As he is an old
resident of the town, he knows its history well.
Do you know, I learned from him that Brevik
was once the headquarters of our mission in
Norway. That was in the beginning of our work
in this country. Some of the first elders were
seamen, and a number of them bought one of
the best and swiftest pilot boats in Norway, and
24 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
fitted it up for their purpose. They named it
"Zions L0ve," and for many years it was used
in transporting missionaries from place to place
in this country and in Denmark, says Brother
Isaksen." They had some stirring times in
"I should like to have sailed with them," said
Atelia, as she, listening, leaned over the table.
*' A true daughter of the nor th/' remarked her
Before the ball closed, these four left. It was
time, said Atelia, that her father should be in
bed. Hr. Larsen bade the Captain good night
at the door of his lodgings. Hr. Steen and Froken
Heldman lingered a few moments, then as they
parted, she held out her hand and asked:
'Am I forgiven?"
'Yes; am I?"
ORWAY is certainly a land of "the moun-
tain and the flood;" and among all
its craggy mountains, pine-clad hills,
green valleys, and blue lakes, no pros-
pect is more beautiful than that of the
valley of the Thorvand on the borders of
Telemarken. A few miles steaming from the
city of Skien brings the charms of the district
into full view. A system of canals and locks
connects the chain of lakes for a hundred miles
into the uplands of Telemarken. A small but
elegantly furnished steamer passes daily along
this inland water route from the seaport, then
climbing by means of the locks over waterfalls,
through rivers, across deep blue lakes, up, up
to the very base of glacier-clad mountains.
A few days after the regatta and the ball at
Brevik, Captain Heldman, his daughter Atelia,
and Hr Larsen sat on the deck of this steamer.
The captain was warmly dressed to protect him
from the cool winds from, the mountains, but
Froken Ateha was clad in her cool summer
attire. Presently, the captain becoming drowsy,
an easy chair was drawn up, and he went to
sleep in it. Other groups of people under the
awning were playing cards, eating and drinking.
''Hr. Larsen, asked Atelia, "what would these
good people around us think and say if they
knew with whom I was in such close conver-
"They would be greatly alarmed at your safety,
no doubt. It's a good thing that the fabulous
horns do not grow on the young Mormons.'*
"Hush, don't say 'Mormon' so loudly. Those
people over there know what part I took in the
recent saihng, and I suppose they are talking
"Then we'll talk about the scenery, which is
here worth talking about."
"All right. Over on that hill there is a cave.
Take my glass and find it. Do you see it?"
"Well, in olden times when monks and nuns
lived here, worship was conducted in that
cave. What out-of-the-way and romantic places
those reHgionists had! Over there on that point
is another old church, and on those distant hills
to the left is where two Frenchmen, in 1870,
ahghted from a balloon in which they had
escaped from Paris thirteen hours before."
The steamer swung around a curve of the
river and into Lake Thorvand. The shrill whistle
awoke the captain from his dose, and he got
up preparatory to going ashore. The boat soon
lay up to a landing where quite a flock of people
had gathered. They had come to welcome home
28 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
from her victory their own Froken Atelia. The
women in their picturesque dress, the men in
their ugly brown and drab, the boys and girls
shouting their welcomes made quite an animated
scene. Hr. Larsen led the Captain down the
plank to the pier, Atelia following with her
wraps. The men shook the arrivals by the hand,
the women and girls courtsied, and the boys
lifted their caps. The baggage was soon loaded
on a two-wheeled cart, and as the house was
not far away, the three home-comers with their
attendants followed up the road.
Heimstad house stood on the southern slope of
the hill facing the lake. It was a large wooden
structure, painted white. Captain Heldman's
forefathers, over a hundred years ago, had placed
the solid timbers in the main building, and they
stood their today as firmly as ever. Additions
had been made by wings on both sides, and the
present owner had build a wide portico in front
after the style of houses in warmer climes. This
portico marked Heimstad for miles around.
Along the gentle slope of the hill some distance
from the house were the bams and stables, and
a little further on the houses of the tenants.
Close by at the rear of the main building stood
an odd-looking structure. It was built of curious
timbers, the corners, the cornice, the door and
window posts being carved into strange, fantastic
figures. The upper story projected on all sides
over the lower. Moss-covered stones held the
boards on the roof in place. This was the old
"stabur*' or storehouse which because of its
picturesqueness Captain Heldman had left stand-
ing when he removed many of the other close
adjuncts of the old *'gaard."
'*My mother, and hers, and hers again, back
until it is lost in the myths of the past,'' explained
Captain Heldman to his visitor, "went to that
*stabur' for food for their households. Some went
with light steps because the store was ample,
others with breaking hearts because of its
meagerness; for our old land has seen its ups
and downs, I tell you friend Larsen. The old
'stabur' as a reminder of the past is sacred to
our family, and we would not think to lay a
desecrating hand on one of its venerable, weather-
A broad, grassy slope stretched from the
house to the waters of Thorvand. On one side
the glass of a conservatory gleamed in the sun;
close by was a garden containing strawberries,
raspberries and the usual vegetables. On the
other side of the lawn were walks through a
grove of pine and birch. Above the house the
forest extended to the top of the hill, but in
all other directions were fields of hay and grain.
On top of the hill a wooden tower overlooked
the forest. The Norwegian always wants some
outlook. If there is no high hill or nearby swell-
ing above the common level, or some rocky peak
reaching above the forest on which one may
30 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
climb to view the wider prospect, then he builds
a tower of timbers for the purpose. As Atelia
Heldman and Hr. Larsen, on the afternoon of
the next day after their arrival, climbed up into
this tower, the visitor was at once charmed and
surprised at what he saw. Heimstad was really
located on a peninsula of the lake whose waters
gleamed on three sides. Away in the far dis-
tance the lofty Dovre Mountains lay dim and
blue against the sky. Nearer, the dark green
forest reached to the Thorvand and reflected
itself in the placid waters of the lake. Still nearer
were the fields. At their feet the pine-tops
Hr. Larsen took off his hat, pushed back his
hair, and stood in silent contemplation as if he
wanted the beauty of the scene to sink deep
into his soul. His companion seated herself and
looked at him with a quiet smile. Then, after
a time, she asked:
"WhaNo you think of it?"
'Think, — yes, think is a good word, but feel
is a better one. I feel lifted up, enlarged, —
it's hard to explain, but it's — it's — I'll give it up."
Atelia laughed merrily. There was a small
rustic table in the center of the floor space.
Hr. Larsen placed his hat on this table and
seated himself opposite the young woman. She
was just as beautiful, just as charming, and
made him feel just as good as did the farther
away prospect of land and water. Think, then.
of the combined effect on the sensative soul
of a young man of this picture of animated
youth and beauty with its setting!
*'Do you know," said he after a moment of
silence and readjustment of his thoughts, "when-
ever I am in the presence of beautiful scenery
I am filled with a feeling of worship, a feehng
of prayer. My home in Utah is near the high
mountains. When a boy I herded cows up in
the canyons, and many a time when I was alone
with the silence of the hills about me, I have
kneeled in the shelter of some tree or rock and
prayed to God. Also later, when I thought I
had deep troubles, I would go up in the hills
alone to seek consolation."
Atelia's eyes shone with tears as she
Hstened to the young man. She, too, had sought
the hills, and many a prayer had been sent to
the Author of all this beauty around her, from
^this very tower-top. When she was younger,
the spirit of worship had brooded in her heart
in a confused sort of way. She could not then
have analyzed her feehngs or intelligently told
what they were. A daughter of the north she had
always been, and the wild sea of the coast, the
still waters of the lakes and fjords, the pine-clad
hills of her home-land had nourished her soul and
helped to make her what she was. But there
had been much confusion, also, within her heart,
as to the meaning of her emotional life, until
one day about a year ago this young man from
32 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
America, Hr. Waldemar Larsen, had come to
them, and somehow he had brought a "key of
knowledge" which had unlocked many mysteries
and had explained much that had been dark
*'One other thought also comes to me when
I see the beauty of this earth which the Lord
has created," said the young man.
*'Yes, what is that?"
"Why, I think that the beauty without should
always find a counterpart within the soul of those
who live amid such lovely environment. How
can an ugliness within stand the pressure of
such beauty without? I like to think that the
immensity of the fairness without will in time
absorb, as it were, the little meanness within,
on the principle of osmotic action, as explained
in our text books on science."
"What a fancy ! I'll warrant you haven't found
your fine theory to work out in fact. Here in
Heimstad, for instance — "
"I have found my best verification."
The afternoon waned as they sat there talking.
The sun as it neared the horizon made gild and
shadow in shifting confusion. The smoke of
the steamer on lake Thorvand could be seen
behind the hill. The distant low of cattle and
the faint tinkle of sheep's bells came to them
in their perch above the trees. And yet they
"Hr. Steen was very much hurt over your
action in the boat race, I imagine, ''said the
"Yes; I fear he was, but, but I had a purpose
"A purpose to win the race, of course."
"Something more, something other than that;
but it was fooHsh of me. I should have kept
out and let him win; but, — it was great fun."
"He couldn't help talking to me about it. He
seemed to think that a victory at the race would
have helped him to get the political nomination
he is seeking, but I can't see how it would."
"Yes; I know how he feels; and, and for that
reason I entered the race to beat him."
"What! why? — but I have no business to ask."
"Hr. Larsen, I'm going to make a confession"
— she stopped, while her face reddened with a
confused blush. "Perhaps I ought not; but you're
my friend, and I do want to tell somebody."
"If I can help you in any way — "
"Yes, you can by not scolding me too much.
Listen. When Hr. Steen was here about two
weeks ago, we joined a party of picnicers on an
outing to 'Storfossen.' We went by steamer to
Kilo, then by wagon to the falls. You've never
been there. Well, you should go. Our waterfalls
have not the volume of your American ones,
but in rugged beauty they are not suii)assed.
While we were in camp by 'Storfossen' a Gypsy
fortune teller came to us and wanted to tell
34 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
our fortune. Some of us ventured, and there
was the usual lot of foolishness. When she
took Hr. Steen's hand, she looked at it closely,
then she said:
" This gentleman has political aspirations.*
*'We all laughed at her happy guess, which
was not so shrewd, after all, for one with sharp
ears who had spent half an hour in our company.
"Will he be elected?' asked somebody.
*The old woman paused and muttered some-
thing to herself; then she said:
" 'I see a fleet of sailing boats. There is a
race. You are in it.'
" 'The outcome of the race will determine the
outcome of other things,' said the woman as
she hobbled away with her fees. We all made
merry of the whole thing, but Hr. Steen must
have put a private interpretation on her words
and thought it meant his political success. How-
ever, there are other things than politics that
have an 'outcome,' Hr. Larsen."
'Yes; go on."
'Hr. Steen is aiming high in his political
career, which of course, is a worthy thing in
any man. His heart is very much set on success
in that direction, to the exclusion, I fear of
other good things. I have tried to get him
interested in the gospel as you teach it, but
without success as yet. Now, I was foolish
enough to also think of the gypsy's prediction;
and as I thought it would be better for Hr. Steen
not to win the boat race, I, at the last moment
entered, and you know the result."
**I can't quite yet see your point."
''Never mind." She arose, looked out over the
darkening landscape. She stood out in profile
against the wall of light in the northwest, and
her companion thought he had never seen a
more entrancing sight.
'The steamer left someone at the landing,"
she said, and he is now coming up the path.
Can you make out who it is?"
"I think it's Hr. Steen," said he.
'Yes, it is; come, let us be going."
"Our Waterfalls, * * * in rugged beauty, are not surpassed."
PICNIC AND POLITICS.
OME, Atelia, sit down now," said Captain
Heldman. ''Hr. Steen has something
to say which you ought to hear."
Ateha seated herself at the end of the
table around which Hr. Steen, Hr. Larsen, and her
father were sitting. She placed her elbows on
the table and her chin between her hands. With
a roguish smile, she prepared to listen.
They were up in the summer house on the
hill-side above Heimstad, where they were eating
an afternoon lunch. No Norwegian reception
would be complete without something to eat.
They were now waiting for Olga, the maid, to
bring the dessert.
"Well," said Ateha, 'I'm w^aiting to hear that
pohtical speech, Hr. Steen."
But before Hr. Steen could begin, even if he
had so intended, Olga arrived. On her tray were
four small earthenware bowls filled with clabber
milk, — not sour milk, mind you, but clabbered
to the right jelly-like consistency. These bowls
had been filled with the new^ milk, then had
been placed in the cool, clean milk-cellar, and
there left until it had set just right. There was
a thick layer of cream on top of each bowl,
and Olga had carried them so carefully that not
88 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
a wrinkle or crack appeared in the delicious top
coat. The girl set her tray on the table, then
from a bag she took some crushed toasted bis-
cuit, sprinkled a layer of it over each bowl, then
on top of that a little sugar. Now help yourself.
"Vaer so god," said Olga. Dip your spoon down
carefully at the side and work along the delicacy,
being sure that you get a little of the sugar, a
little of the powdered biscuit, and a little of
the cream with each spoonfull.
If Halvor Steen had wanted to say something
especially interesting to Atelia, as her father
seemed to think, he had evidently changed his
mind, for his bowl of clabber and some haying
operations down in the field seemed to occupy
his whole attention.
"Hr. Steen here," said the father to Hr. Larsen,
"is of the party of the Left and I am a
staunch supporter of the Right; so you see, we
have some warm arguments."
"Captain Heldman has sailed under the union
flag so long" explained Halvor, "that it would
be impossible for him to think that we could
get along without King Oscar and our union
"The old flag and the old government is good
enough for me," replied the Captain, "and I
love the old fatherland as well as any of you
striplings. I admire the stability of our govern-
ment, I love the order which prevails, and the
honesty which is found in practically every
PICNIC AND POLITICS 39
department. You see, Hr. Larsen, I have been
in America, and know somewhat of political
conditions over there."
"They are certainly not ideal yet," admitted
''But the foundation for true greatness is
there," contended Hr. Steen. *'I have recently
been studying the American Constitution, and
I think it is a wonderful document."
**May I suggest one explanation for its great-
ness?" asked the Mormon Elder.
"Certainly. What is it?"
Hr. Larsen took a book from his pocket. "This
is the Doctrine and Covenants," he explained,
"in which are set forth the revelations of the
Lord to Joseph Smith. Let me read a passage:
It is not right that any man should be in
bondage one to another. And for this purpose
have I estabhshed the constitution of this land,
by the hands of wise men whom I raised up
for this very purpose.' As this plainly teaches,
we claim the Lord had a hand in framing the
fundamental law of our land. It speaks well
for the Nonvegian Constitution that it has much
in common with the American."
The others listened attentively to this decla-
ration. "I can beheve you," said Halvor, "though
as 'everything is fair in war and love,' it is
generally believed that the Lord has nothing to
do w^ith either of these."
"Because a thing is 'generally believed' doesn't
40 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
make it true," remarked Atelia, as she finished
"We have an ideal country for a republic,"
continued Halvor. "Our people, inspired by
mountain and sea, are liberty-loving. Our
children are now getting an education equal to
any in the world. The ballot will not be in
ignorant hands, and we shall be able to elect
our own rulers from the highest in the land
to the humblest."
"We're getting the speech, after all," remarked
"You, Hr. Larsen, will be interested in this
condition of our country: Church and state are
yet one with us. This should be changed. Only
one of the many religious denominations of our
land has a fair chance. The King, the members
of his cabinet, judges, school teachers, and many
other public officers must belong to the Luthe-
ran church. Thus religion, in many cases, is
merely a cloak of policy. Your own religion,
Hr. Larsen, is by law placed with the Mohame-
dan, and you are not lawfully allowed to pro-
mulgate it here; the public opinion of a liberty
loving people alone makes the law a dead letter.
Here's another condition: In our government
the executive branch is divided into six depart-
ments, — the church, the justice, the interior,
public works, finance, war, and the auditing.
Now see what a picture this cabinet makes under
certain conditions. The head of the finance
PICNIC AND POLITICS 41
department has to do with the raising and
adjustment of the revenues. He must, for ex-
ample, calculate how much whiskey shall be
made, and the tax to be collected on it. The
head of the church department has to do with
the amount and kind of religion there shall be
in the land. The same executive body, there-
fore has to decide on the amount and kind of
whiskey and religion which is good for the people
"These things should be remedied, of course,"
admitted the Captain, as he rose to go. *'lt will
do no harm to convert Hr. Larsen as he isn't
a voter. When do you leave, Halvor?"
'T shall have to catch this evening's steamer."
'T'm sorry. Remain until tomorrow. You'll
not get a more attentive audience than the one
'But appointments, you know, must be filled."
True. Well, good afternoon."
'Wait a moment. Father; we'll go too."
They all strolled down the path, the father
going to the house, the others into the park at
the side of the lawn. They reached the water
where they found a boat into which they got
and rowed out on the lake. The afternoon
passed very pleasantly, and ere they were aware,
it was boat-time for Hr. Steen.
The three young people went to the pier
together. ''Which way do you go ?" asked Halvor
of the missionary.
42 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
"In the morning I am going up into Tele-
marken for a week."
"I wish you success, but those fellows up
there are hard to get out of ruts. 'What was
good enough for our fathers, is good enough
for us' is their argument."
The boat came gHding quietly alongside the
pier, Hr. Steen leaped aboard, and goodbyes
were waved. Then the two walked slowly back.
Twilight deepened over water and woods, and
lights appeared in windows. Atelia and her
companion went on to the portico of Heimstad
and seated themselves in porch chairs. Somehow,
both of them found it difficult to speak, for
both were occupied with thoughts which they
questioned the wisdom of imparting to each
other. However, the gospel was always a fitting,
and for occasions like this, a safe subject, and
so gospel themes occupied their attention until
it was time to say good night.
"Did you read the book I left you last?" he
asked at the door.
"No; I haven't completed it yet. This racing
business has upset me, but I shall finish it right
away. Father has read it and is ready for more.
Be sure you get some breakfast before you go
in the morning. And yes, I nearly forgot, —
father wants to talk to you before you leave,
so I'll see you again in the morning, and shall
now only say good night."
"Good night," said he.
A LITTLE LOVE AND THEOLOGY.
ILDER WALDEMAR LARSEN had been
in Norway nearly two years. He was a
fine looking young man whose mission
was doing him a world of good, not only
in grounding him in a knowledge of the gospel,
but in putting on him a little of the finishing
touches of gentlemanliness. He spoke the
language well, taking care not to mix it, as he
had known others to do, with English. He had
met Captain Heldman and his daughter at a
friend's home in Christiania. They had invited
him to call at Heimstad, which he had gladly
accepted, as it lay in his field of labor. He
had visited with them a good many times now,
and each visit had deepened their friendship.
Long and many were the discussions they had
had on gospel themes. Captain Heldman's reli-
gious opinions had never been quite orthodox,
so it was not so difficult for him to accept
the teachings of the young missionary. As for
Atelia, naturally of a deeply rehgious nature,
she had eagerly received the truths brought to
her. Two years ago she had lost her mother,
and since then she had nearly completely
withdrawn from society and had lived quietly
44 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
at Heimstad with her father who was now too
old for much activity.
The morning of Elder Larsen's departure,
Atelia herself supervised the getting and serving
of breakfast. Afterwards, the Captain and the
missionary had a long talk in the library.
"I'm getting along in years," said Captain
Heldman, "and I shall not have much longer to
live. I believe what you have brought to us
is the truth, and I ought to accept it while I
have the opportunity. I ought to be baptized.
There's nothing like getting a good harbor, you
know, at the end of the voyage. When you
get back from your Telemarken tour, call this
way and I shall be ready."
The Elder was very glad to promise; and all
that morning after leaving Heimstad, his heart
was light and happy with the prospects of the
success which was coming to him. He trudged
along the country road. He had refused to take
Captain Heldman's offer of a steamer ticket
because he wished to visit the farmhouses along
The day was beautiful. The hills were larger,
the air was clearer, the farther he went up into
the country. The smell of the hills reminded
him of his mountain home across the sea. He
called at a farm house, stated his errand, and
showed his tracts. No, thanks, they did not
want either tracts or new preachers. The
preachers they had were good enough for them.
LOVE AND THEOLOGY 45
and if they wished to read, they had the Bible;
besides, the haying was on, and they had time
for nothing else.
He tried a number of houses with the same
result; but he was not daunted or discouraged;
he had become hardened to such experiences.
In his teaching and tracting, Elder Larsen tried
to have the star of hope ever shining. At every
door he would say to himself, ''Perhaps here is
a soul who is seeking for the truth." It was
certainly like sorting over a bushel of chaff to
find a kernel of wheat, but the joy which thrilled
him when the wheat was found, was worth all
the labor it cost.
The next house in view was a mile away up
some distance from the main road skirting the
lake. The climb up was somewhat steep. The
sun was getting warm. He would miss that
house; very likely the same treatment awaited
him there as he had received at the others.
Truth to tell, Waldemar Larsen was not then
thinking of the precious kernel which might
there be found. His mind slipped as it were,
away from the present duty and went back
They had treated him so v;ell there, had given
him substantial meals, a soft clean bed, and with
it all a hearty welcome. What a beautiful place
was Heimstad! What a fine old man was the
Captain! And Atelia! her image persisted with
him. She was one in a hundred, yes, in a
46 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
thousand; beautiful and charming, good and
pure, and now virtually a convert to the gospel;
educated and refined, well known among the
best society, and to all appearances, heiress to
an estate which in Norway was considered a
Elder Larsen went on past another house,
then he sat down on the grass in the shade of
a tree, not to rest, for he was not tired; not
to study, for he did not read. His mind, and
it is to be feared, a good part of his heart, were
at Heimstad. The scenery around him was
beautiful, but he did not see it. He lived again,
as one is prone to do, in the beautiful past.
He was again with Atelia Heldman in the
tower above the waving pinetops, looking into
her sweet face, catching new expressions of
beauty from form and face and voice. He was
with her in the evening gloaming under the
pines and in the garden. He was bending over
her as she sat by the piano and accompanied
his song. He thrilled again with the upward
smiles she had given him when he had made
a mistake. He felt again the soft, firm grip
of the hand whenever she bade him good-night
Why should not Waldemar Larsen have such
thoughts ? He was an unmarried man .... So
was Halvor Steen.
Halvor Steen! yes, he was certainly Atelia
Heldman's lover. For a moment a pang of
LOVE AND THEOLOGY 47
jealousy persisted in his heart. Should he try
to win this beautiful girl, — win her from Halvor
Down on the shining waters of the lake a
• man was lazily fishing. He certainly was not
making hay. Perhaps he had no hay to make,
or more likely, he was shirking — the same as
the missionary was doing. Physically, Elder
Larsen appeared to be in the line of duty; but
mentally, he had gotten sadly out; and the
Lord^s blessings are vouchsafed only to those
who are in the line of duty.
Once more the missionary went on up the
road. He walked slowly as though it did not
matter much how far he got that day. The
houses were now far apart. He tried one about
noon, but meeting with failure, he went down
t6 the shore of the lake, where finding a seat on
a shelving rock, he took from his grip the
dainty lunch which Atelia had insisted he take
with him that morning.
Was he entirely free to let his thoughts range
as they had been doing ? What about that young
lady living in his home town, known in that
town as his ''girl?" They had kept company a
little, it is true, but there was nothing binding
between them. She was a good intelligent girl,
who helped her mother in the housekeeping. She
played the organ in meeting. Her sweet face
now looked at him through the dream-distance;
but beside her stood Atelia Heldman, tall and
48 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
straight, a jaunty cap on the thick coils of her
dark hair, the clear, beautiful complexion of
pink and white contrasting sharply with the
rougher skin of the other.
The young man drew a letter from his pocket,
opened and read it. It was his latest from this
girl in Utah. The letter contained a budget
of home news, and between the lines there was
that subtle tell-tale something which always
creeps in when love dictates the writing. The
reader of this letter did not fail to get from it
all its meaning, but — but —
Again the missionary went on his way. The
next house proved to be a small but neat-looking
place, as though it belonged to someone other
than a farmer. Perhaps it was the residence
of the minister or the school-teacher. Usually,
he did not avoid these men, but this afternoon
he would have done so. He knocked on the door,
and it was opened by an elderly, well-dressed
man. Elder Larsen stated his business.
"Come in," said the man, and he led the way
through a hall into what looked like a study.
"Take a seat."
The young man said he had some tracts which
he would be pleased to leave. In the course of
a few days, he would call for them and leave
some more, if they were desired. Waldemar
laid his literature on the table, while the man
adjusted his glasses and glanced at the leaflets.
LOVE AND THEOLOGY 49
**Yes," said the man," I have seen them and
read them all. They are Mormon tracts.''
"You have read them! and — and what do you
think of them?"
'They are very well put together, calculated
to deceive the very elect, let alone our simple
country folks. It's a sorry business you are in,
my young gentleman, this preaching of heresy
to our people. You ought to quit it and go home
and attend to your business. You are a famaer,
Waldemar Larsen could not understand how
this man knew so much about him and his
doctrine. The young man began to be unusually
ill at ease. His defense was weak. His mind
was not quick. He struggled bravely along his
usual line of exposition, but the feeling of fail-
ure grew upon him. The man listened atten-
tively, nor did he try to refute the doctrines
advanced. Then when the young man seemed
to have gotten through, the other with a re-
assuring smile asked:
"My friend, you believe in the Bible, I see."
"Certainly I do."
"Good, you beheve it just as it is written, I
understand that from your own quotations."
"Yes; we do not believe that there should be
any private interpretation put upon the scrip-
"Good, again. Now let me call your attention
to some scriptural teachings that you have over-
50 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
looked. I shall not try to explain to you the
true significance of the outward ordinances you
have been speaking about and upon which you
build your salvation; but I want to call your
attention to the vital parts of the gospel of our
Savior, the sure foundation of our faith." He
opened the Bible on the table, turned over the
pages and read:
" Tor God so loved the world, that he gave
His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth
in Him should not perish, but have everlasting
life' Do you beheve that?"
"Certainly; but "
"Wait; perhaps you wish to put a private
interpretation on that. Now, I believe that
statement just as it stands. If I believe, I shall
have everlasting life. There is nothing said here
about doing anything for salvation, only to be-
lieve." The man was emphatic in his state-
ments as if he spoke from conviction and absolute
The young missionary w^as well acquainted
with the passage just quoted, but for the life
of him he could not frame a satisfactory answer.
The other went on:
"You believe in works. You are passing by
what Christ has done for you, counting it as
naught, and you are going to w^ork yourself into
the Kingdom of Heaven. Listen to what Paul
says. Turn to your Bible also so that you may
know that I am quoting correctly."
LOVE AND THEOLOGY 51
Waldemar did as he was asked. The reading
was correct enough.
" 'Where is boasting then ? It is excluded.
By what law? of works? Nay: but by the law
" Therefore we conclude that a man is justi-
fied by faith without the deeds of the law.'
Again Paul says in Galatians, 'Knowing that
a man is not justified by the works of the law,
but by the faith of Jesus Christ, even we have
believed in Jesus Christ that we might be jus-
tified by the faith of Christ and not by the
works of the law: for by the works of the law
shall no flesh be justified.' There it is plain
and simple, and yet you Mormons come to us
and say that it is by works we are saved. That
we must do something. That Christ has not
done it all. Do you, sir, ever preach from the
texts I have quoted. I dare say never, and
therein lies your condemnation."
The young man sat still, nearly glaring into
the face of his tormentor, on whose face the
demoniac smile still remained.
"If that is not enough," continued the man,
"turn to Ephesians, second chapter, and that
will settle the question for good." He read:
" 'For by grace are ye saved through faith ;
and that not of yourselves, it is a gift of God.
Not of works, lest any man should boast.'"
It seemed to the young missionary that he
had never seen these passages before. Perhaps
52 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
he never had. And now as they were hurled at
him, they pierced him to the quick and seemed
to wound his very innermost soul. There was
a terrible sinking within him. He tried to rally
his fleeing senses, but to no avail. His mind
was a dark confusion. And how he suffered!
Beads of perspiration stood out on his forehead.
(Afterwards, when Waldemar Larsen said he
had tasted of hell-fire, he had reference to these
few moments in his life.)
After a brief time, when to sit still longer
was impossible, the young man mechanically
took his hat and turned to the door. The hall
seemed to be dark, and he groped his way out-
side to the light. From the doorway the man
of the house bade him good-afternoon and invited
him to call again. Waldemar only faintly heard.
He quickened his paces, and the breeze striking
his face, revived him to a realization of who
he was and where he was going.
THE GRACE OF GOD.
ALDEMAR LARSEN walked on up the
road, somewhat dazed for a time. The
afternoon sun sank nearer the western
hills, and yet its rays, focused between
the high mountains, were uncomfortably warm.
He left the lake behind, as he climbed the road
leading by a river; but he soon reached another
but smaller lake in the chain which extended
up to the base of the Dovre Mountains. The
road skirted this closely. Now and then a stream
came dashing from a ravine or small valley into
the still water. One of these tempted the young
man, and he went up to where some trees cast
a shade by the cool, clear water. Here he sat
down, this time to rest, for he felt bodily tired.
He bathed his hands and his face, for truth
to tell, there had been tears in his eyes. From
v/here he sat not a habitation was in sight,
neither was there a sound of human activity.
Never before had he been so dejected, so heavy
hearted, so alone. From the sadness of his
heart and the stillness around him, there came
a memory of boyhood days in his native land,
when alone in the hills he had lost his cows,
and the sun was going down. He remembered
54 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
how at one time he had prayed to the Lord
that he might find them; and sure enough, in
a few moments, old Brindle's bell was heard over
a near-by hill; soon he was home with them,
and he had received comfort from a discerning,
loving mother. — The tears were welling again.
But there could be no such home-going with
this young man. He v/as a long way from
home and from anyone to whom he could go
for comfort; and now he felt just like a child
in need of a parent. In his smaller trials thus
far in his missionary life, Waldemar had never
failed to get comfort through prayer; but some-
how now he lingered in his approach to his
Heavenly Father as though he were a prodigal
son and not sure of a hearing or a welcome.
The sun dipped down behind the mountain, and
the young man realized that he must be moving.
He went down again to the lake, found a small
landing, and learned from a man living near
by that the steamer would be along shortly on
its way up to the end of the route. He sat down
to wait for it, and when it arrived, he went
Up through river and slender lakes the steamer
wound its way. It was nine o'clock in the
evening when they stopped. Most of the pas-
sengers were tourists who went to hotels, and
would on the morrow take the over-mountain
journey to the head of Hardanger fjord, thence
by steamer again to Bergen. But Waldemar was
THE GRACE OF GOD 55
* ■ =
not on a pleasure trip. His business was to
reach the people and deliver to them a message.
So he struck out again on a road which led him
to one of the upper valleys.
For an hour he walked. On the steamer he
had rested, so he was not so weary, but he was
beginning to feel hungry. Well, a missionary
should be at tim es tjred and hungry. There
were plenty of hay-lofts in this ^art, and if it
came to that, he could sleep in one of them.
However, he would try a house or two first.
He climbed a path leading to a house on the
hillside through w^hose curtained window he
could see a light burning. It had a cheery, wel-
coming look, but who could tell without trying.
He w^ent up and knocked. The door was opened
by a woman in Telemarken dress who started
somewhat at his appearance in her doorway. The
elder explained who he was and what he desired.
"Yes, yes, I know," she exclaimed, "come in.
We've been waiting for you; we knew you would
come." She took his hat and grip and gave
him a chair. Then she called to someone to
come from the other room.
"Johan," she said to a man who evidently w^as
her husband, "this is the man I saw in my
dream. He's an exact likeness. Are you not
a preacher, sir?" This to Elder Larsen.
"I am a missionary of the Church of Jesus
Christ, "he replied.
56 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
"I knew it, I knew it," she declared with
The good w^oman, seeing the puzzled look on
the visitor's face, explained that she and her
husband had been for some time seeking for
the "true religion." They had read their Bible
diligently, and had compared its teachings with
the churches with which they could come in
contact, but so far they had not been satisfied.
In their study and prayer they had also received
some manifestations, — dreams of comfort had
been given them, and in these dreams a young
man, agreeing in appearance to their visitor, had
come to their rescue. ''Now, thank the Lord,
you have come; but you are hungry and tired,
and the hour is late. You must have something
to eat, then get to bed, and in the morning we
shall hear you."
Elder Larsen thanked them, ate heartily of
the simple fare set before him, and then willingly
retired to the little attic room and to bed. He
was tired. His nerves, under high tension for
so long, now relaxed, and with a grateful prayer
in his heart, he fell asleep.
When Elder Larsen awoke next morning, the
sun was shining into the little window. He
heard the people going about below. He got
up, dressed, and went to the window to see just
where he had gotten. A wonderfully grand
panorama greeted him: A few rods away
stood a "stabur" which reminded him of the
f^M^-J^^^^r^. ''- ' ^'<
58 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
one at Heimstad; below, in the bottom of the
valley, shone a river. Mountains bounded the
scene on two sides, while in the distance, loomed
Mt. Gausta, its massive summit streaked with
Elder Larsen said his prayers, then went down
stairs where two people and a breakfast were
awaiting him. They had eaten, so he would have
to eat alone; but they lingered near as if fearful
they might lose him. After breakfast, he was
invited into a small best room, simple but neat
with windows filled with geraniums, fuchsia,
"We think you have a message to deliver to
us," said the man. **We shall be pleased to
And Waldemar delivered his message. Never
before had he spoken with such freedom. The
Spirit of the Lord shone into his mind and gave
it understanding. He began with the principles
of the gospel, and explained faith, repentance,
and baptism of water and of the spirit; and as
he talked, Johan Bonden and his wife exchanged
glances of endorsement. Then the missionary
told of the restoration of the gospel by an angel,
of the need of such a restoration, and of the
establishment of the Church after the primitive
pattern. He talked for a long time, and the two
sat and drank in every word as if they had
been famishing for the word of God, which in
truth they had.
THE GRACE OF GOD 59
''Many thanks," said the man when Elder
Larsen stopped. "This is just what we have
been looking for. We beheve eveiy word of
what you have been saying. Wife and I have
been reading all about these very things in the
Bible. Yes, we even found that prediction in
Revelations where it states an angel should bring
the gospel to earth again; but of course, we
never dreamed that it had been fulfilled, and
now — " and so the questions began.
All that day Waldemar remained with them.
The man neglected his usual labors, the woman
did nothing but prepare the meals and tidy up
her already tidy rooms. In the afternoon. Elder
Larsen and Hr. Bonden looked about the place,
going farther up on the hill to get a better
view of the valley. The farmer showed Walde-
mar his cows, his one horse, and his few acres
of tillable land. Then for a time America, the
Land of Opportunity, was the theme, and the
Norwegian farmer was told of its broad fields,
its vast herds of cattle, its bands of horses.
Then the housewife beckoned them to come to
the house to get something more to eat, this
time delicious chocolate and cake.
That evening the lamp was lighted again
early for they might wish to read.
*T have had great joy in bringing you the
gospel," said Elder Larsen, "but what about these
neighbors of yours. Wouldn't they also like to
60 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
''Well, that we cannot say; we have talked
to all of them on the very things you have told
us, and they will have nothing to do with the
doctrines. They believe implicitly what the priest
tells them, and the priest has warned them to
keep away from wife and me; but you might
try, — they mi^nt listen to you."
*'I shall give them a chance anyway; and then
the Lord, of course, will have to take care of
the rest. When we do what we can. He will
add what is lacking."
"That's just what I tell the people," added
Hr. Bonden; ''but as you very well know, they
have been so grounded in this doctrine of being
saved by faith alone that they think it is a sin
to do anything for their salvation. It's pre-
posterous, of course, and against all sense and
reason. Doesn't the Lord work on natural prin-
ciples? Do we ever get anything in this life
without working for it?"
"And this world is just as much the Lord's as
"True; some people believe that the Lord's
province lies exclusively beyond the grave, and
that He has nothing to do with the natural
laws which operate here. The grace of God
which saves might be likened to the life-giving
rays of the sun, which, together with the soil
and the moisture, all God-given, of course, pro-
vide us all there is on earth; but not uncon-
ditionally: man must put forth his hand and
THE GRACE OF GOD 61
take these blessings. He must intelligently place
himself in harmony with the laws which govern
earthly growth in order to reap a harvest; so
hkewise must he do in the case of heavenly law."
'That is," said the missionary, " 'Not eveiy
one that sayeth unto me, Lord, Lord, shall enter
into the kingdom of heaven; but he that doeth
the will of my Father which is in heaven.' "
"St. John seemed to think that belief alone
would not do," said Hr. Bonden, as he turned
the pages of his Bible and read : " If we walk
in the Hght, as He is in the light, we have
fellowship with one another, and the blood of
Jesus Christ his Son cleanseth us from all sin.' "
"And this," added the wife, "in the last
chapter of the Bible: 'Blessed are they that do
His commandments that they may have right
to the tree of life and may enter in through
the gates into the city.' "
"As St. James so forcibly says faith without
works is dead. Then it logically follows that the
faith which the scriptures speak of as being
a saving power must be of the kind that is
made alive by works. I had a conversation with
a gentleman yesterday," continued Elder Larsen,
as he thought of his sad experiences of the
day before, "who quoted strongly from the
scriptures that man is not justified by the works
of the law. Do you recall those passages?"
Truth to tell, the Elder was still somewhat at
sea with the "works of the law."
62 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
*'0h, yes; I know them. Men are either
ignorant or dishonest when they use those pas-
sages to prove that works are unnecessary. I
was puzzled at first, for there seemed to be a
contradiction; but I read before and after these
particular quotations, whole chapters, in fact, to
find out just what Paul was speaking about; and
this I found: The ancient saints were loath to
give up the law of Moses as a means of salvation.
The law of Moses was one largely of works.
Ancient Israel had to do a great many things
to keep them in remembrance of the Lord. The
ceremonial works of the law — of Moses, mind
you — were so grounded in that it was difficult
to get rid of them, and so Paul grows emphatic
when he writes for instance to the Romans that
*a man is justified by faith without the deeds
of the law,' and the same expression in Galatians
and other places. Surely, the 'deeds of the law'
could not mean the law of the gospel, but the
law of Moses, and especially, as the reading
points out, the law of circumcision."
Elder Larsen followed the man's exposition
carefully. A flood of light came to him. Clearly,
here was the explanation of these puzzling quo-
tations which had been hurled at him the day
before. Just then he felt that some day he
would accept his tormentor's invitation to call
The next morning, the missionary went on
his way up the valley; but not before he had
THE GRACE OF GOD 63
promised to call again on his way back. After
leaving his newly found friends — in very deed,
kernels of wheat in the chaff — he met the usual
experiences of indifference.
One morning early towards the end of the
week, a messenger overtook Elder Larsen, and
after satisfying himself of his identity, handed
him a telegram. It read:
"Please come to Heimstad as soon as possible.
Father is very ill. — Atelia."
Heimstad! In the stress and the joy of spirit
which the missionary had experienced the last
few days, Heimstad had nearly gone from his
thoughts. But he was wanted, and needed. He
turned back on his road, had just time to call
at the Bonden house to explain and promise,
and then to catch the steamer down the lakes.
AN OVERBURDENED MIND.
HE clouds hung heavy over Thorvand,
over the hills, over Heimstad. The rain
fell steadily, gently. It dripped from the
eaves and from the trees and washed
the grass free from dust.
It was late morning, yet a hush hung over
Heimstad as if the inhabitants were loathe to
get up on such a dreary morning. The cows
were yet in their stalls in the barn, and the
sheeps' bells clanged impatiently at the door
of the sheep-fold.
The front door opened and Atelia Heldman
stepped out on the front porch. She looked up
to the sky, then around as if surprised at the
absence of life. "Olga has overslept," she said.
She went back into the house and rapped gently
on Olga's door.
"Yes, I'm coming" — from within.
"It's late, Olga. I should not have kept you
up so long last night."
In a very short time the girl was dressed,
though not in a very good humor with herself
for sleeping so long. A fire was soon made, the
cows were milked and let into the pasture, and
the sheep were released.
AN OVERBURDENED MIND 6e5
"Now then, Froken Heldman, what shall you
have for breakfast ?" asked rosy-cheeked Olga,
as she came in with her full milk pails.
"Nothing at all, thank you, Olga."
"But that will never do. You look worn out
already. Did you sleep at all, last night?'*
"Not much, I fear. Do you think the rain
has ceased for good? I see the clouds are
breaking in the west."
"That's a good sign; but here, drink a cup of
coffee at least."
"You dear girl, have you forgotten that I
have quit drinking coffee."
"Yes; but this morning — "
"Just give me a cup of that warm broth, please.
— There, that's very good, better, at least better
for us than coffee."
Olga demurred goodnaturedly at this. She
had no very high opinion of this new American
missionary's teachings, the latest being that
coffee was not good for one. "Huh," Uncle
Sande had said, "take away coffee from the
Norwegian people, and you take away their
chief material support and joy."
"Some peoples' support ought to be taken
away," Atelia had said at the time.
"Shall I make a little fire in your room?"
"No, thank you. I am going out. If Hr.
Steen or Hr. Larsen should come while I am
A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
away, make them comfortable until I come back,
In a short time the sky appeared in large, blue
patches; the breeze dried the trees and grass,
and everything was fresh and sweet. Atelia
walked down the path to the boat house. Her
long braids of hair hung down her back; a
shawl rested loosely over her shoulders.
Unfastening a small row boat, she adjusted
the oars, stepped lightly in and pushed from the
shore. Grace v/as in every movement as the
light craft glided over the water. She made for
a rocky headland around which proved to be
a tiny rock-bound, tree-shaded harbor, across
which Atelia let her boat idly drift. The oars
dragged in an untidy fashion from their locks;
the hands which had held them were folded;
the girl's head was bowed; and thus in its
solitude and beauty this picture and its central
figure were in perfect harmony: was not this
a scene from a ''Norsk Saga?" had this fair
girl's lover been slain in some Viking raid, and
was she in this inner, protected sanctuary, away
from the strife and uproar of outer fjord and
sea, sorrowing over her lonely lot?
With a little guiding push with an oar, the
boat lay up to a stone landing. Atelia stepped
out, fastened her boat, and walked up a path
leading into the woods. In a few moments
she came to a clearing where stood a house.
The front door was open, and as the girl stepped
AN OVERBURDENED MIND 67
up to it she was welcomed by a middle-aged
woman who was preparing the morning meal.
''Good morning, Froken," said the woman,
come right in. You are out early this morning."
Yes; I had to move to keep from giving up
''Did you row?"
"Yes; and the lake is lovely beyond words
this morning; — but I wish you would not call
me Froken, for I shall call you Sister Nordo
Have you been baptized?"
No, not yet; but Vm one with you, — and —
you are about the only friends, you and Helga,
I have left. Where is Helga?"
"She will be in directly. You'll sit up with
us and have some breakfast? You really look
"Well, I'm not. Sister Nordo," said Atelia
with a faint smile.
Helga now came in. She was a rosy-faced
picture of health and strength. She coaxed the
visitor to sit up with them and sip a glass
of new milk, the finest tonic in the world, said
Sister Nordo. After the meal, the table was
soon cleared of dishes and a vase of flowers
was placed in the center. Sister Nordo drew
up her chair and asked:
Now, what can we do for you?"
I — I hardly know; but I feel so bad about
father." The tears now came to her eyes, and
68 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
in a short time she was sobbing. The mother
stepped around to the girl and placed her arm
about her shoulder. Tears of sympathy stood
in Helga's eyes also, and there was a stillness
in the room, broken only by Atelia's weeping.
With motherly caresses the woman quieted the
girl, who at last, with an effort said:
"I have been thinking of father. His last
sickness came on him so suddenly that he did
not have time to do what he wanted. I was
with him continually during his last days, and
he talked rationally with me. Yes, he spoke of
you folks, and had it in mind to do something
more for you. Then he had his clothes ready
for baptism.... He told Elder Larsen that
he would be ready on his return. He even had
me go down to the lake and find a suitable
place. Til be well again in a day or so,' he
said, 'and Elder Larsen will be here, then we'll
be baptized, both of us. You believe as well
as I, then why shouldn't we both go together?'
and I told him I would go with him, and 0,
Sister Nordo, he was so glad of that ! . . . .
"I sent for Uncle Sande, and you may imagine
he did not like to hear father talk of being
baptized by a Mormon Elder. Uncle Sande told
him that if he wished to receive the grace of
God he must cease such talk. That was towards
the last, and poor father did not understand
him, which was a blessing. . . . The end came
so suddenly. We had also sent for Elder Larsen,
AN OVERBURDENED MND 69
but he came an hour after father's death ....
"And now he's gone, and he wasn't baptized.
What will become of him? 'He that believeth
and is baptized shall be saved, but he that
believeth not shall be damned' is ringing in
my ears. Also 'Except a man be born of water
and of the Spirit, he cannot enter into the
kingdom of God.' Father, then, has not gone
to the heaven of the just, and yet he was a
good man. Yes, Sister Nordo, and so was
my mother a good woman; yet neither of them
ever received of the ordinance of baptism as we
believe it to be necessary. \\Tiat has become
The girl's question ended in a wail of despair,
and she broke down again, resting her arms on
the table, face in hands. Helga now came to
her, stroked her head, and tried to console her.
Helga, the daughter of poor working people and
Ateha, the Mistress of Heimstad had lately
become close friends, for something had entered
both their lives which had leveled all barriers
of wealth or position or learning between them.
"Uncle Sande would have driven Elder Larsen
from the house had he dared. But I asked him
in Uncle's hearing to stay until after the funeral.
Hr. Steen came of course, but he is so busy
with political matters just now that he could not
remain long. And here I am. I don't want to
go back to Heimstad. I would like to stay
70 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
with you two people all the time. You are such
a comfort to me."
"You shall stay as long as you desire, my
dear girl," said the mother.
"Yesterday I went to the graveyard, and
when I saw father's and mother's graves side
by side, I knew I was alone in the world ....
You will forgive me, won't you, for coming to
you with my burdens of woe; but I felt this
morning that I had to come here."
"You did just right."
"Thank you. Now Sister Nordo, what w^as
that Elder Larsen told us the last time we had
a little meeting here. It was about baptism
for the dead. Hr. Steen, you remember, was
here, and I now confess my sins to you that
I was not listening as I should." A faint blush
overspread the girl's face as she admitted this.
The mother, noticing the tired expression in
the girl's face, asked Helga to bring a pillow,
which she arranged on a sofa near the window.
Then she took Atelia's hand and led her to the
couch. "Here," she ordered, "lie down for a
while. I will sit here and tell you what I know
about baptism for the dead, though it is but
Atelia did as she was told, and the mother
explained the best she could. The mother-heart
went out to this girl who had come to her for
comfort. In her simple, untutored language, the
woman talked to Atelia, telling her of the good-
AN OVERBURDENED MIND 71
ness of God which had been revealed to them
in the restored gospel, and of its saving prin-
ciples both for the living and the dead. The
girl lay at first with wide-open eyes and looked
at the speaker. Then, as the mind became some-
what rid of its burden, the face lost its care-
worn expression, and a faint smile came to the
lips. Presently, Atelia closed her eyes, and when
she did not say **Go on" any more, when Sister
Nordo ceased speaking, they knew she was asleep.
Then they carefully tucked a cover about her,
drew down the blind, and left her in quiet to rest.
T was past noon when Atelia awoke.
She was feehng much better, and she
gladly partook of the dainty lunch which
Helga prepared and set before her. As
she ate, she told Sister Nordo and Helga that
she had dreamed a most comforting dream
wherein her father had appeared to her and
assured her that all was well with him, and
that she was to have a talk with Elder Larsen
on the subject of baptism for the dead.
"And now I am ever so much obliged for your
kindness," she said as she prepared to take her
departure. "I'll remember it always."
"But you'll come again; come often; it's little
we have for such as you, but you know, — "
"Tut, tut," interrupted Atelia. "I'm coming
again ; I've many things to talk to you about.
I'm going to walk back, if Helga will take care
of my boat. I want to smell the woods after
They urged her to remain, but she explained
that Uncle Sande would be waiting to talk over
some business pertaining to her father's affairs.
Helga v/alked with Atelia some distance into
the woods. The sky was now clear, the air was
ATELIA'S TEMPTATION 73
cool after the rain. Atelia led her friend to
talk of her cousins in America, and how they
were faring in their new home. Then she dis-
missed her by saying: ''Thank you, Helga; now
you must go back."
Atelia w^ent on alone under the trees, over
the sloping hill-sides and down towards Heim-
stad; and as she swung along her spirits came
back. She breathed deeply. Life was worth
living, after all; she yet had the gospel and, —
Halvor Steen; what more could any girl ask?
Yes, the gospel was getting to be very dear
to her. She had always, as far back as she
could remember, taken a deep interest in religious
subjects, although her love for out-door sport
had made some people think to the contrary.
She had always been faithful, in her young
girlhood days, in going to the priest to learn
her catechism. The eventful day of her con-
firmation she remembered well, for that cere-
mony was looked upon by the young people as
the culminating point in their religious hfe, and
they likened it somewhat to the Roman youth
putting on his toga or the Enghsh high bom
being presented at Court.
However, that afternoon as she walked under
the trees, her mind was on more recent events,
especially on the coming of Elder Larsen and
his religion into their lives. Uncle Sande was as-
sistant to the parish priest, and he had never had
patience with her father or her when they asked
74 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
him questions on religious subjects. He openly
opposed the visits of Elder Larsen, and said
some very bad things of him and his religion,
which Atelia could not beheve. In fact, if fruit
may be judged by its appearance, by its taste,
and by the effect it has on the person who
partakes of it, then this so-called Mormonism,
tried by the same standards, must be among
the finest religions in the world. But Uncle
Sande had shrugged his shoulders at this argu-
ment when Atelia had used it, and Hr. Steen,
who heard it, smiled at the way she had silenced
The sun was an hour or so above the horizon
when she reached the tower. She climbed up
to the top and sat down to rest. The view
was just as fine that afternoon as ever, but
she heeded it not, for her mind was busy. When
would Halvor call again? He might find time
from his electioneering to spend a little time
with her. He might know she was lonesome.
She had also written to Elder Larsen to call,
and she hoped he would not be long, for she
now had some questions of vital importance
to ask him.
And now, as Atelia Heldman sat in the tower
above the tree tops, the tempter came to her,
as we read he came to the Master, to show
the soul on whom he had designs, the glories
of the world. As she looked over Thorvand, a
passing steamer drew her attention and
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furnished occasion for the tempter to whisper
to her: How often have you traveled on that
same boat to Skien, then on to Christiania! In
the capital, you have a host of friends, people
of note, of wealth, and power. Now, if you
become a Mormon, what then? Will you still
be received as a welcome guest into the best
families? Will you? Will you not drop com-
pletely out of sight the moment people know
you are a Mormon? Such common folks as
Sister Nordo and Helga will be your only
associates. Will it be worth while to sacrifice
yourself thus, at the opening of a promising
career ? Then there is Halvor Steen ! . . . .
Halvor Steen doesn't want a Mormon v/ife;
that would be too much to ask of him and his
proud mother. And yet you want Halvor, you
know you do, for you love him. You have
loved him for a long time now, and you are
eagerly, tremblingly awaiting for him to ask
you to be his wife. Will he ever do that if
you join the despised Mormons? Will he? Will
he not rather seek for a wife among the fair
daughters of the north who are content with
Norway, religion and all ? Will he not ? . . . .
The steamer on the lake disappeared, and its
smoke blended with the haze in the distance.
Atelia sat motionless as if some power held her;
and still the tempter kept on: And there is
Heimstad, beautiful Heimstad, the home of your
ancestors. You cannot leave that. Ere long
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the green will be tinged with yellow and brown.
Then the winter will freeze the lake and cover
the land with a deep, soft mantle of snow over
w^hich you will glide on your long snow-shoes.
You are in love with Heimstad, and no wonder.
So is Halvor Steen, for that declaration has
already come. Heimstad will be a changing
country seat for you and Halvor. A home in
Christiania and one here! Can any condition
be more ideal ? . . . .
The sun rested for a moment on the western
hills, then sank out of sight. A chill crept over
the earth, and reached the heart of the maiden
in the tow^er. She shivered, and drew her shawl
close, crouching into the seat. The earth was
losing its life and beauty. The tempter had
not shown her joy and peace of heart and soul.
He had tried to show her the glory of the world,
but with it there was an emptiness, an utter
void of darkness and despair. She struggled as
with an unseen power. Darkness came on before
its time; the tower seemed to sway to and fro
as if it would fall, but she w^as not afraid of
that; some fear, more dreadful than that of
death, crept into her heart; despair, utter and
indescribable despair rolled over her in great
floods; would her soul be utterly crushed?....
She had strength enough and presence of mind
enough to form a prayer, silent, but from her
heart. She prayed for deliverance, for light
in the darkness, for power to throw off the evil
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which seemed to be taking her life. As she
prayed, she gained more power to pray; and
presently she found relief. Light came back,
and joy. She could move her limbs again, and
she stood upon her feet. There was a beautiful
twilight in the sky, and the breeze cooled her
face. One more prayer she uttered standing,
a prayer of thanksgiving. Then she walked
carefully down the steps to the ground. By the
time she had reached the house, she was herself
As she stepped on the porch, she saw Elder
Larsen standing near the door with hat and
grip in hand as if about to depaii:. Olga and
Uncle Sande were to be seen in the hall, through
the open door, in animated conversation.
LDER WALDEMAR LARSEN had walked
the long road from Skien to Heimstad.
The truth of the matter was that he
could not afford the steam-boat fare.
He had received no money from home for some
months, so he was, for the time being, "broke."
However, at the receipt of Atelia's letter re-
questing him to come to Heimstad, he had set
out immediately. He had good road-legs, and
his appetite for the plain country fare increased
as he advanced.
As Atelia's letter was urgent, he regretted
that he could not have taken the quicker means
of reaching her. At one place on the road
Waldemar was surprised by having a farmer
ask him to ride in his wagon. Seated on the
rough cart, Elder Larsen entertained the farmer
by an account of America, always a fruitful
theme. The farmer thought this American ought
to know his brother-in-law in Minnesota and
his son in Chicago. This ride was Waldemar's
first and last "lift" that any citizen of the north
ever offered him.
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The sun was low when Heimstad came into
view. The traveler was tired and hungry, but
he knew he would be well treated at the large,
white house on the hillside. He strode boldly
up the path and went around to the side, and
met Olga in the yard. She told him that Froken
Heldman was away — had been away nearly all
day, but she would no doubt be back soon. He,
however, was to go right in and make himself
Waldemar went into the kitchen, and placing
his umbrella, hat, and grip on the bench, he sat
down to rest by the old-fashioned combination
grate and cook stove. He was always interested
in what was going on around these stoves, and
this evening the savory smells added to its
charms. The young man was speculating on
how he would build just such a fireplace when
he came to the erection of his own home away
over in Utah, when an inner door opened and
a gentleman appeared. It was evidently a sur-
prise to this man to see Elder Larsen making
himself at home by the kitchen fire, but it was
just as much a surprise to Waldemar to see
in this man the gentleman who had so worsted
him in a theological discussion up in Telemarken.
"What is your errand here, sir?" asked the
Waldemar was tempted to answer the man in
the same tone, but he checked the desire and
explained that he wished to see Froken Heldman.
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"Froken Heldman is not at home; besides she
has no business with a Mormon preacher. I
advise you to travel on; we do not entertain
*'I am not a stranger here. I am here by
special invitation of Froken Heldman. I ought
to see her before I go."
*'I am in charge here now, and I do not want
the presence of such as you. I advise you to
Waldemar picked up his things, and was
moving toward the door when Olga entered.
*'You are not going?" she asked.
**Yes, Olga, he is going," answered the gentle-
man. *'Do not detain him."
"But sir, Froken Atelia told me that if Hr.
Larsen should come, he was to be entertained
until she returned."
"I tell you we do not want any Mormon
priests here. Stand out of his way, Olga."
Elder Larsen stepped out on the porch where
he paused for a moment. It was getting dark,
and he wondered what he should do next. Where
could he go for the night? He was always
welcome at Sister Nordo's. He would have to
go there, and perhaps next day get some explan-
ation of the state of affairs. Just then Atelia
herself came down the path and recognized
him at once.
"Good evening, Elder Larsen," she said. "I
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am so glad you came. Have you just arrived?
Come right in/'
Waldemar did not heed her invitation. He
stood still looking at the girl in the twilight,
attracted by the strange expression in her face.
Terhaps I ought not go in," he said.
'Why? what is the matter?"
''Well, I have just been told that I am not
wanted here, and in short, that I was to be off."
"Elder Larsen! Who said that?"
'*A man in the house, — the one who is talking
"Is that your Uncle Sande? Then I under-
"But I do not. Come in, and we'll get an
"Wait a moment. You see, your uncle hates
me, hates my religion. I do not want to quarrel
"But Elder Larsen, I don't hate you or your
rehgion. I want to talk with you. What has
Uncle Sande got to do with my affairs."
"Very much, it seems; he told me he was in
The blood quickened in the girl's veins and
burned in her cheeks. "Will you come with me ?"
Waldemar followed her into the house. Olga
was busy in the kitchen, Uncle Sande was
82 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
sitting by a desk in the dining room, examining
some papers, when the two entered. Atelia
gave the elder a chair.
"Uncle Sande," she asked, "why did you
treat Elder Larsen like a tramp?"
The man turned leisurely to the table on
which he spread his documents. "Because that's
just what he is, no more, no less; and I cannot
understand, Atelia, why you should associate
with such people."
The color deepened in the girl's face as she
stood erect, indignant. "Uncle Sande, such
people were good enough for father, and what
was good enough for him, I am not ashamed of."
"Your father was old and feeble minded,"
was the reply; "he was not always responsible
for what he did. But you, you ought to have
better sense than to be deluded by Mormon
preachers, you who were brought up under
"I'm not going to argue the question with
you. Uncle. All I ask is that you treat a person
who comes to my home on my special request,
as a gentleman."
Uncle Sande did not answer; he turned over
There came a pause. Elder Larsen thought
he ought to say something, and this was the
best he could do: "Perhaps I ought not to
stay, Froken Heldman. I do not wish to be
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a disturber. I'll take the next steamer back
Atelia turned on him. She was thoroughly-
aroused, and her eyes blazed. **You may do
as you please," she said. *^1 am mistress here.
I asked you to call. You are my guest. If
vou do not wish to remain, I have no more
Waldemar was slow in answering. Uncle Sande
arose and said:
"Atelia, this nonsense may as well stop now.
You speak with confidence about this being your
home. Do not be so sure of that. As far as
ownership goes, until your father's affairs are
settled, you know nothing about it. Meanwhile,
I am in charge here, and you should let me be
the judge in such matters as making Heimstad
headquarters for Mormon missionaries."
"Uncle, you are not my master. Just now this
is my home, my castle, if you please, even if
it should prove later that not a stone or piece
of timber in it is mine. I am mistress here,
and you, Uncle, will please not interfere in my
personal matters. That's all for this evening."
She took Elder Larsen's hat, which he still
held in his hand, picked up his umbrella, and
carried them into the hall. From the kitchen
door she told Olga to bring in the supper. Then
she busied herself with setting the table. Uncle
Sande passed out.
They were soon sitting at the table. She
84 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
asked him to say the blessing, then she helped
him to a liberal supply of food.
"You must be hungry," she said; "and it's a
shame to have kept you waiting so long. . . . Yes,
I'll eat also, for I'm hungry now. Getting over an
angry spell always gives me an appetite," she
laughed. "You must forgive me for speaking
so sharply to you. I was annoyed by your re-
marks about letting Uncle Sande scare you away.
Oh, I know him, and how to treat him. He'll
not bother any more this evening."
Elder Larsen was content with the outcome,
for he was hungry and tired. Atelia was already
looking better. She inquired about the coming
conference in Christiania, about the newly arrived
missionaries, and Waldemar was pleased to in-
form her. Then when the table was cleared,
Olga was told to leave the dishes for a while,
bring her crochet-work, and sit with them.
Elder Larsen's talk would do her good; besides,
Atelia had other reasons for desiring her
Atelia explained how she had worried about
her father, how she had gone to Sister Nordo's,
and what she had learned there. "But I was
to have you give a further explanation of these
things, I was told in my dream, and here you
arc." She said very little about her terrible
experience of the afternoon with the tempter.
The young elder was glad to teach this young
woman, and also the other girl who was listening
NORSEMAN BLOOD 85
attentively over her work. What missionary
is not? The world is so cold and so indifferent,
that when someone is eager to receive, he is
just as eager to give. Teaching the gospel to
receptive minds is the keenest joy of missionary
life, and the missionary will make many sacri-
fices to get the privilege. So that evening,
the Lord blessed the Elder's words and they
went joy-laden and full of comfort to receptive
"The beauty of the gospel," said Elder Larsen,
"is its comprehensiveness. It is as high as the
heavens, as wide as eternity; it encompasses all
things ; it provides for all conditions ; the All-wise
Merciful Father who is the Author of the gospel,
stretches out his loving arms to the uttermost
bounds of time and space. This life is but a
brief space of time, a bit of the infinite in terms
of the finite. The Lord is wise in thus dividing
infinity into sections, as it were, so that we
might grasp a little of life's meaning. We are
eternal beings: we came from somewhere, we
are going somewhere; and God is over it all."
Olga's needle moved slowly through the thread.
"The gospel is the power of God unto salvation.
The power of God is not limited to this Hfe.
Always and everywhere when there is a soul to
save, and that soul is in a condition to be saved,
the gospel is at hand, for it is an everlasting
gospel. When the love of God fails, then, but
86 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
not till then, the gospel will fail. Let us get
that fixed in our minds."
"Is it not beautiful !" said Atelia softly, as with
shining eyes she leaned fonvard to catch every
"Your father was a good man. He understood
the gospel very well ; he believed in its principles,
but he was hindered from yielding obedience to
its ordinances. Your mother no doubt, was a
good, true woman, though she never heard the
gospel preached in its purity. Yes, there are
thousands of good men and women, sons and
daughters of God who have gone into the great
spirit world without a knowledge of the pure
gospel of the Redeemer. Are they lost? Does
God's mercy end at the grave? Oh, no. Hand
me your Bible
"I read here in First Peter, third chapter:
'Christ also hath once suffered for sins, the
just for the unjust, that he might bring us to
God, being put to death in the flesh, but quick-
ened by the spirit; by which also he went and
preached to the spirits in prison, which some-
times were disobedient in the days of Noah while
the ark was preparing!'
"You remember that in our talk about the
thief on the cross, I referred to this passage, and
explained that Christ, after his death, went and
preached to those in the spirit world. Certainly,
He preached the gospel. Baptism is a part of
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the gospel, as well as faith and repentence; but
how can the dead be baptized?"
^'That's what I should like to know," said Olga,
whose needle had nearly stopped.
**Here is a passage which may help us out:
'Else what shall they do which are baptized for
the dead, if the dead rise not at all? why are
they then baptized for the dead T "
"Can we be baptized for those who are dead?"
"According to the scriptures and modem reve-
lation, we can."
"-Then I am ready to be baptized for father and
Elder Larsen smiled at her eagerness, and ex-
plained further to her that this ordinance is
performed in the Temples erected for that pur-
pose; also that men are baptized for men and
women for women. "Besides," said he, "you
remember you are not yourself baptized."
"Yes; I suppose that is the proper order; and
I shall need a man to help me in my work
for the dead?"
"Yes, you will certainly need a man to help
you. 'Neither is the man without the w^oman,
neither the woman without the man, in the
Thus the evening passed, and before they were
aware, it was time to separate. "Olga," said
Atelia, "will you see that Elder Larsen's room
A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
is ready; and Olga, if you don't mind, I wish
you would stay wuth me tonight. I — I am a
Waldemar arose to go, and AteUa followed him
to the door to say goodnight. "Tomorrow," she
said, "may I be baptized? I have found a beau-
tiful spot near Nordo's, and Sister Nordo and
Helga have promised to come. What do you
think about it?"
"Just as you say; if you are ready."
"Then tomorrow\ Goodnight."
THE MORMON MARRIAGE SYSTEM.
I HE town of Strand where Halvor Steen
lived contained a few Latter-day Saints.
When Elder Larsen visited them, he made
it a point to call on Halvor who was
always glad to see him. Frue Steen treated him
with cold civility, so his stay was not at any
This afternoon, as Waldemar knocked on the
door of the Steen residence, Halvor himself
opened it wide, and with a cheery welcome, bade
him come in.
"I was just passing through Strand today,"
explained the visitor, "and I dared not disregard
your. standing order to call."
"That's right. Come right in to the fire; it's
cold today. How are you, anyway. I haven't
seen you for some time."
Seated cosily within, the two men settled
themselves for a pleasant chat. Halvor was one
of those rare exceptions, a non-smoker, which
fact added much to the missionary's comfort.
"Well, I suppose you have heard that I failed
to get the nomination I was after," began Halvor.
'No; I had not heard."
'Yes, I lost out on the last ballot. Up to
90 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
then, I had a chance; but friend Transen, my
opponent, beat me. So it's all off for this time,
and I am now devoting myself to my business,
which has been sadly neglected."
"Have you been to Heimstad lately?"
**Not for some time. I have been very busy."
**Yes; but don't stay away too long. You per-
haps know that Captain Heldman left his affairs
in a somewhat poor condition."
"Yes, I heard that."
"Atelia's Uncle Sande has control up at Heim-
stad, and it is my opinion that she will fare
poorly at his hands. He claims to have bought
from Captain Heldman the whole estate, and
Atelia is in danger of being turned out of house
"Is it that bad? Poor girl; I'll run up
tomorrow; thank you, Larsen, for telling me."
"That's right; she will be glad to see you."
"I don't know about that; but of course she
will want to tell me, *I told you so.* "
"I don'L understand."
"Well, let me explain," said Halvor good-
naturedly. "You saw the boat race this summer
and how I was so beautifully beaten. I thought
Ateha was out of it, so that left me a fair
chance to come out first; and just then, I did
want to win. You know, Larsen, we Norwegians
have not yet quite gotten out from under the
influence of superstition. Our forefathers saw
gods and demons and sprites and trolds in every
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wind and weather, and the supernatural is in
the blood yet. Well, one day while a party of
us was having an outing, and old fortune-telHng
gypsy told me that my political success depended
on my winning a boat race, or at least, that was
the interpretation I placed upon the hag's words ;
and AteHa, who heard, took it the same way.
Now, for some reason which I cannot fathom,
she did not wish me to be successful in my
political career; so what did she do but get out
her racing 'Blue Bird' and, — you know the rest.
What do you think of that? Why should Atelia
want me beaten?"
Elder Larsen could truthfully say he did not
know, but he suggested that Atelia Heldman
was incapable of wishing anybody harm, and
especially Hr. Steen.
"I hope — I know you are right; but, Larsen,
believe me, these women are deep. You must
have a strenuous time at your home in Utah
with your six wives, eh!"
"You're rather jolly for a defeated candidate."
"Oh, it hurt for a time; but I claim to be
somewhat of a philosopher. By the way, that
book you let me take, — 1 dipped into it again
last evening, and I have forty questions to ask
you. I'm not detaining you too long?"
"Not at all. I'll be glad to talk over with you
any points you wish."
"Even on the Mormon marriage system?"
"Certainly — even on the Mormon marriage
92 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
system," answered Elder Larsen with some
'1 hope you will pardon me. I don't want
to appear rude."
"You are not rude. Your interest in the
marriage question is perfectly natural and right.
A man of your age and endowments should be
thinking of marriage; and with such a person
as Froken Heldman in the foreground of your
thoughts, — well, you are to be congratulated."
'Thank you; she is a sweet girl, — too good for
me, I fear."
*'If that be true, make yourself worthy of her."
"I am going to try. Now, let me ask you
about this marriage for eternity. It's a new
idea to me, for as you know, we have been
taught to look upon marriage as a state or con-
dition applicable to this life only."
"I know ; and without criticising others beliefs,
let me try to make plain our teachings on that
subject. To me this doctrine is one of the most
beautiful imaginable. Some day I hope to love
a girl so much that I will want her to be with
me and be my companion and wife as long as
I live and have a being."
"As long as you live?"
"And I shall live forever. I shall still live
when this mortality is laid aside for a time. I
shall live in the spirit world, and then after that,
in the resurrected, celestial form. Now then,
friend Steen, think with me of a love that begins,
MORMON MARRIAGE SYSTEM 93
we shall say here — though I sometimes think
that the beginning of all true love antedates
even mortality — then as it continues and grows
through the years, becoming stronger through
sacrifice, more beautiful and more divine as the
years of toil and struggle pass over our whitening
heads, think with me, my friend, of such a love,
and tell me when you would want it to cease?"
*ls it not good to think — is it not reasonable
to think, that the most beautiful thing in the
world, the love between husband, wife and
children is like truth itself, eternal in its nature,
and will endure forever. If we are eternal beings,
and all Christians admit that, what will we take
with us into the new world but the sum-total
of our thoughts and feelings from the old? and
what thoughts and feelings enter more into a
good man's life than those associated with the
*'Just a moment until I catch up with you ....
Yes, I suppose you are right; but according to
that line of argument, if a man's life has been
full of evil thoughts and feelings, this evil will
continue with him hereafter."
''Naturally; until he changes and exercises
himself in the good. Man is what he is at any
point of his existence. — But coming back to the
question of marriage and its duration, let me
call your attention to the fact that when mother
Eve was given to father Adam there was no
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such limiting expression used by the Lord as
'until death do you part.' There was then no
death, therefore it was not taken into considera-
tion. That is the way, it seems, that the Lord
performs marriages. *I know that whatsoever
God doeth, it shall be forever,' says the Preacher
of the old Bible; and even our modem ministers
admonish us not to put assunder that which
God has bound in one — but I do not wish to
enter into a Biblical discussion of the subject.
Any more questions?"
"You have answered a number already, and
I can have no objections to what you say. Now,
tell me, should our ministers marry people for
'time and eternity' as you call it?"
'Tn the first place, they will not because they
do not believe in it; and in the second place,
they have not the power. This power exists
only in the true Church, the Church which
preaches the doctrine and has the power of the
priesthood to officiate in the name of the Lord."
'Therefore the necessity of all men and women
who contemplate marriage becoming members
of that Church," added Halvor Steen.
"You have placed the proposition exactly, if
bluntly ; but, don't think us arbitrary or bigoted.
We only wish to be consistent, — and right.
Every blessing, little or big, is obtained by the
observance of the law upon which it is predicated.
If this doctrine of marriage, for instance, does
not appeal to you, why — "
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**But it does appeal to me, Larsen. I don't
quite understand it yet, but I have applied the
test you told me the last time we had a talk, and
it 'tastes good' Larsen, tell me, have you
ever talked like this to Atelia?"
"Oh, no; not on this subject."
"One more question. What about this plural
marriage? Do you still teach and practice it?
I hear so much and read so much in the news-
papers that one is bewildered. Tell me the truth
Elder Larsen had hardly got through with his
explanations, which he was pleased to give, when
the door opened, and Frue Steen entered with
refreshments on a tray. The conversation on
religious topics now ceased, and the remainder
of the evening was spent pleasantly in other
ELDER LARSEN HAS VISITORS.
FTER Elder Larsen's visit to Strand, Hal-
vor Steen hurried to Heimstad. He found
Atelia a trifle paler and thinner than
he had ever seen her. Not that she was
dull or gloomy, but the saucy piquancy of former
times had toned down to a more quiet gentleness.
Her smile was as sweet as ever, — sweeter Halvor
thought, tinged as it was with the sadness of
recent events. Halvor had come unannounced,
so after the first greeting, Atelia excused herself,
sped to her room, and in a short time, reappeared
in another dress. Had she fairies at her command
that could, in such a short time, transform her
to the angel which she seemed to Halvor. He
arose to greet her again and took her hands;
and as he stood there and looked at her, he
thought of what Elder Larsen had said about
the love that endures forever, and the possession
which extends into the eternal worlds ; and his
whole being cried out, I want you, I want you
always and forever!
"And now," said Halvor to her as they were
seated by the warm south window, "what are
you going to do next? I understand that when
all debts are paid, you will still have Heimstad
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'*Yes; I must be thankful that I still have
a home, — this house is all I have, — and the
'Blue Bird/ ''
*lf it came to a pinch," suggested Halvor with
a twinkle in his eye, *'you could lodge comfort-
able in the 'Blue Bird.' "
'1 wouldn't have to pay rent, would I?"
"And you could have a change of scenery as
often as you desired."
"It would be splendid, ideal; but coming back
to realities, I shall sell the boat. There is a
neat sum of money tied up in it, which I must
now have. Don't you know some rich American
who would give me what I think the boat is
Halvor didn't, but he would help her find such
a person. "And now," said he, coming back to
his question, "what are your plans?"
"I can't live here alone, so I am going to close
the house, or rather have the Nordo family live
here and take care of it. They will be glad to
do it, rent free. Then I thought of going to
Christiania for a week or ten days, after which
my plans take me for three months up the coast
to visit with some of mother's people."
"Why not come and stay with us at Strand
a while. Mother was just the other day speaking
about you, and she would be glad to have you.
She is alone most of the time."
"Thank you. I shall be glad to visit and get
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better acquainted with your mother; but I must
go to Christiania first."
''Why, may I ask?"
"I don't mind telling. There is to be a
gathering, or conference, I believe they call it,
of Latter-day Saints in Christiania. I have
accepted Elder Larsen's invitation to attend."
"Is it free for all, — I mean non-members as
well as members?"
"Oh, yes; I understand all are welcome."
'Then I should like to go, too."
'I wish you would. I don't like to travel
And so it was arranged that Atelia should call
at Strand which was on the way, and there
Halvor should join her. Because of this new
arrangement, it would be necessary for Halvor
to hurry back home that he might get his affairs
in shape ; so he left Heimstad that evening.
"It will be wiser not to say anything to mother
about the Mormon Conference," he admonished
AteHa as he was leaving; "she doesn't under-
"Trust me," she said.
In due time Atelia called at Strand, and Halvor
was ready to accompany her. Elder Larsen's
headquarters were at Larvik, and as that town
was not far away, they decided to call on him.
The evening was closing in threatening rain when
Halvor and Atelia alighted from the boat and
ELDER LARSEN HAS VISITORS 99
started in search of the Mormon headquarters.
Halvor knew the town well, so was surprised
that the address led them away from the busi-
ness section to one of the poorest quarters. He
knew of no place where offices for business and
halls for meetings could be had in that part.
Street and number directions led them to a
large two-story frame building. The number was
over the entrance to a hall-way up which
extended a flight of stairs. The two hesitated,
then tried the stairs. They creaked noisily, and
it was quite dark within. Surely, no church had
its headquarters in such a crazy building.
At the further end of the upper hall, a small
oil lamp was burning, and by its light they read
a sign on a door to the left: "De Sidste-dages
Heliges Forsamlings Lokal."
"This must be the place," said Halvor, and he
knocked on the door, which in a moment was
opened by Elder Larsen, who stood staring at
them as if he could not believe his eyes.
"Good evening," said Halvor. "You see, we
are returning the compliment and are calling on
you this time."
"Come in. Well, who would have thought it,"
he exclaimed as he shook their hands. "This is
indeed a surprise. Here, sit down."
They made a survey of the room, which
certainly had neither the appearance of office nor
church. A dozen unpainted benches were piled
up in one end. A lounge with bedding on it
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and a small table occupied the other part of the
room near the stove in which there was no fire.
A lamp hung over the table, and directly over
the lamp-chimney was suspended a small tin pail.
By the appearance of the table, Elder Larsen was
about to dine, for it was set with one plate, one
cup, a dish of potatoes (boiled in their jackets),
a salted herring, and some bread. A newspaper
served as tablecloth.
''Why, Elder Larsen, we are just in time for
supper, I believe," said Atelia.
The missionary was in his shirt sleeves. He
had a table knife in his left hand, which in his
embarrasment, he carried about and flourished
when his speech needed emphasis.
**Yes; it will soon be ready; but my guests,
coming on me like this, will have to excuse the
cook if the eatables are below the desired quality
and quantity." The tin pail above the lamp
now began to simmer and then to sing. Waldemar
mounted a chair, unhooked the pail from above
its lamp-chimney stove, and placed it, steaming,
on the table. Elder Larsen stood back, looked
at his table, then at his visitors, and then he
laughed. The others laughed also.
"Elder Larsen," asked Atelia, "what have you
in your soup kettle? I believe it's something so
good that you don't want to give us any of it."
Waldemar took the lid from the pail. "It's
nothing but 'ol-ost,' he explained; "and it's *ost'
in very deed. The milk must have been sour."
ELDER LARSEN HAS VISITORS 101
''Why, I'm in luck," cried Halvor; ''that's just
what I Hke. I always hope that mother will get
sour milk when she makes 'ol-ost;' but here,
Larsen, eat your supper; it's getting cold."
"You'll have some with me?"
"Of course we will," said both the others.
Whereupon Waldemar fetched from a trunk
in a corner two more cups, knives, forks, and
plates, and would have replaced the newspaper
with a white cloth, but Atelia forbade him.
"Well, it's ready," said the host; and then
chairs were drawn up, and Elder Larsen asked
the blessing. Atelia adeptly peeled the potatoes,
while Waldemar cleaned the herring. Halvor
did justice to the contents of the pail. They were
all in good spirits, and really enjoyed themselves.
"We have a very small branch of the Church
here," explained Elder Larsen, "most of them
poor people, so we get very little help from them.
A missionary's funds are usually low too, towards
the close of his mission, therefore, he can not
do much in the way of display. That accounts
for these poor quarters."
"I understand you get no salary for this work,"
said Halvor. "How can you do it? You fellows
over in America must all be rich."
"Oh, no; it doesn't cost much to live in this
way ; and then, when a person is willing to make
sacrifices, the way opens, and the Lord provides.
Of course, back of all this missionary work which
is done by our people stands fixedly the belief
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that true riches does not consist in this world's
goods. — But may I ask, how did you come to
make this call?"
*'We are going to conference," said Atelia.
*Are you ? good."
'And we hoped you would go with us. We're
both novices at going to conference, you know."
Waldemar did not reply to this. When the
meal was ended, the dishes were placed under
a cloth. The missionary explained he would
attend to them later. There being no meeting
that evening, they would do a little visiting.
The others were delighted with the proposition.
"We will call on Brother and Sister Olsen,"
said Elder Larsen. 'T believe there is choir
practice this evening.
Brother Olsen proved to be a prosperous
tradesman who could afford an organ, therefor
the reason for choir practice at his home. Sister
Olsen greeted them cordially, and while they
were seated in the best room, she prepared and
brought chocolate and cake. A number of young
people began to arrive, and soon there was oppor-
tunity for Atelia Heldman and Hr. Steen to study
at close hand life among the Norwegian Latter-
Both Halvor and Atelia did not fail to notice
the gladness with which each greeted the other.
All shook hands and said good evening, and
smiled, and chatted like so many dear friends
who had not seen each other for a long time. They
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were all plainly of the middle and poorer
classes. Still, to Atelia, they all seemed like
brothers and sisters of the flesh, as they indeed
were of the spirit. She studied them keenly.
She realized as never before, because this was
her first experience, that the same spirit which
each of these people w§re in posession of had
been also confeiTed upon her. In her baptism,
she had been born again into a new world, —
and here were some of its inhabitants! How
would she like them, and their manner of living?
As they gathered around the organ, played
by one of the Olsen girls, they sang songs in
which sentiments of ''Beautiful Zion" prevailed.
From an artistic viewpoint, these songs and
singers were not classical; but there was some-
thing about them which made a still, sweet
glow of joy penetrate the heart. Froken Held-
man, the winner of the National Regatta, was
not ashamed to be one with this simple company
of honest people!
About ten o'clock the company dispersed.
Sister Olsen, who knew of Atelia's being a Church
member, asked her to remain with them over
night, which kindness was gladly accepted.
Halvor went to a hotel; but before they parted
he had tried to get Waldemar to promise to go
with them to Christiania the next day. The
missionary made excuses, the most vital though
unmentioned one being that his friends travelled
first class on the train, while he would have to
be content with deck passage on a boat.
ATELIA SAYS YES— BUT—
ANY of the European railroad cars are
divided into small compartments with
entrance doors at the sides. One car may
have three classes: the first class is
furnished elegantly; the second is upholstered
and is comfortable ; the third has painted wooden
walls and seats. The compartment or coupe is
a small room about eight feet square with seats
on two sides across the car, facing each other.
These small compartments may at times become
very uncomfortable, especially if one is un-
fortunate enough to have for his close company
a number of smokers; but on other occasions,
the coupe is "just the thing."
On just such a favorable occasion Halvor
and Atelia left Larvik on the train. They
occupied a first class coupe, and Halvor had by
a silver coin to the conductor purchased freedom
from interference by other passengers. The day
was cold enough to have the small charcoal
heater in the floor lighted, so that everything
was comfortable within. Atelia took off her hat,
and leaned her head against the soft cushions.
Halvor sat opposite.
She had been very kind to him that day, and
ATELIA SAYS YES— BUT— 105
he thought of it as he sat looking at her face.
Her eyes were closed as if she were resting
them from the glare of the sun. He knew her
to be always good and true, but recently there
had been something added to her — a deeper ex-
pression in her eyes, a sweeter smile on her lips,
a milder tone, a firmer grip of his fingers when
she grasped them in salutation — these were some
of the parts of the added whole; and yet these
did not express the whole.
Halvor Steen did not know^ that Atelia had
passed through the sanctifying baptism of water
and of the Spririt, so it was not strange that
he did not understand the nature of the change
which he saw in her. But one thing was certain
to him that day, and that was that the girl
opposite him was a wonderfully charming one,
and that he loved her more than ever.
**Atelia," said he, "I saw a picture of you
when I was in Christiania last."
"Is that so? Where?''
'In a shop window in Karl Johan Street."
'You're not in earnest? I haven't had a pho-
tograph taken for at least two years."
"That may be. I think you were about two
years younger in this picture. There were two
other girls in it besides you."
'They surely are not displaying that picture!"
'You remember it then?"
'If it's the one I mean. Some two years ago,
I and two other girls were up in Maartman's
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gallery. He rigged us up in Norwegian, Danish,
and Swedish national costumes and had us pose
for a picture. We were to represent the three
Scandinavian nations, he said."
"Yes, 'Norden' he has called it. See, here it
is." He moved over by her side, and drawing
the picture from his pocket, showed it to her.
*The very thing," she laughed. "I have one
"I bought one to get the central standing
*The other two girls are much prettier."
"Not in my eyes." He held the picture at
arms length. The other hand slid under her
arm and held her close, so that she also might
see from his view point. "What are you looking
so intently at? You seem to be gazing into
"I am supposed to be looking into our country's
"How unselfishly patriotic! There is then
nothing personal in those soulful eyes under the
shaded hand? I wish there might have been.
If I had been in your thoughts for instance, the
expression on your face would have told me
"But Halvor," she said, with a gentle pressure
of her arm on his, "I didn't know you very
The train slowed up for a station, then stopped.
More passengers crowded in, but as they were
ATELIA SAYS YES— BUT— 107
fanners, the first class travelers were not
disturbed. Halvor would have disputed any third
person's right to share their coupe. The train
rolled on through a wooded valley and skirted
a lake on a road-bed cut from sohd rock. The
berry foliage on the hills was tinted with yellow
Halvor and Atelia sat with arms linked,
looking out of the car window. Was that which
she had longed for, yet dreaded, now at hand?
She trembled a little, and his arm slipped around
her in a protecting way. She made no objection
to Halvor's pressing her head to his shoulder.
"Atelia," he said, ''it's going to be very lone-
some for you at Heimstad."
"It is already."
"Then why not come and live with me at
"I'm coming to visit with you when we get
back from conference, you know."
"Atelia, visit with mother; but come and live
with me. I — I want you. Life is very lonesome
without you, I have found that out. ... I love
you . . . . "
The three most wonderful words in language
He drew her close into his arms and kissed her ;
and as he looked into that radiant face which
reflected undimmed his own love, he took courage
again, and his tongue found words. Gentle and
low they were, for fear they might be heard
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above the rattle of the train, but charged with
the fire of his soul. And she drank in his words
as if they were the wine of life to her, for an
instant looking intently into his face, then
dropping her eyes in confusion at her burning
cheeks. She clung to his hands with gentle
fervor as if she also wanted him to stay with
her and take away the loneliness which had come
into her life. It seemed hard for her to answer
his many questions, but as her actions spoke
of her love louder than words, he was content.
At length she got courage to say, as she nestled
"Yes, Halvor, I do love you. I am lonesome
without you ; I — I would have you by me always,
Halvor, always, — and forever."
"And you shall, my darling."
Another station. How close they were to-
gether — the stations! Why does the train need
to stop at every hamlet? But this time the
stop was not long, and they were soon off,
climbing slowly a pine-clad mountain side.
"And now," said Halvor, "when shall we two
who love each other so much get married? If
I had my way, we would go to Pastor Skogaard
the moment we get to Christiania. He is an
old friend of ours, and would be delighted to — "
'Don't, Halvor; don't talk like that."
'Forgive me dear; I am forgetting all the
proprieties. You, of course, will want to make
the proper announcements; and it will take you
ATELIA SAYS YES— BUT— 109
some time to prepare your trousseau and send
out the invitations."
Atelia disengaged herself from her lover, sat
upright, and vent through the usual feminine
toilet adjustments. The big brown braid was
seriously disarranged, and by the time she had
it safely in place, she had composed herself very
well. Then she tried to lead the conversation
to other topics than the one just considered; but
Halvor would not be led away.
"Can't you tell me, AteHa, about when we may
be married? Why wait long? I see no reason
for delay. We have known each other for a long
time ; yes, and loved each other too, haven't we ?"
Atelia nodded her assent, the last hairpin still
between her hps.
*'How would a month from today do?"
"Oh, Halvor," she repHed, placing her hand
on his arm, "I haven't promised to marry you
at all." This with a smile, as if she were
"But, dear girl, you love me, and I love you,
and the rest follows."
"Yes, that's true; but — but not always.'*
"No; but in our case, there is nothing to
"Halvor, I told you I love you — and I do,
Halvor, I do — but let that suffice for the
The young man became silent as if not know-
ing what to say.
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"The Lord will be good to us, Oh, yes, I know
that," she added; ''but—"
She struggled to keep back the tears, then
wiped them away as she called herself a silly
goose, and forced a little laugh.
**I wish you would trust me, Atelia. You are
holding something from me. Between us two
there should be no secrets now. As our hearts
are one, so also should be our thoughts and
desires, should they not?"
"Yes, they should."
"Tunsberg!" shouted the guard as he opened
the door of the train, which had slowed up and
stopped ere the two travelers had well realized
it. As this point was the end of the railroad
journey, Halvor gathered wraps and grips, and
they stepped out. The remainder of the way
to Christiania was to be made by boat. Consult-
ing a time-table, they learned that they had an
hour to wait, which time they decided to spend
in sight-seeing. Near by the station in Tunsberg,
is a high hill, on top of which stands a tower.
A few minutes walk up a roadway cut out of
the solid rock, brought them to the top of the
hill where they found quite a large, flat area
covered with trees and a number of old ruins
scattered about. The keeper of the tower, an old
man, ascended the steps with them to the top.
Then he told them of the town's history, that
ATELIA SAYS YES— BUT— 111
it was the oldest town in Norway and once had
been an important stronghold; that the hill had
once been strongly fortified, and many bloody
scenes had been enacted there; that King Sverre
had at one time besieged it for twenty years.
The two young travelers were not in the best
of mood to take the keenest interest in an old
man's talk, even if his theme was such an
interesting one as that of Tunsberg and its
tower built to commemorate the town's one thou-
sandth year of existence, so they listened as
patiently as they could, with thoughts on other
and nearer things, until they had to descend
again and go on board the boat. The afternoon
was closing when the boat slipped through the
canal which here cuts a lov/ neck of land and
opens a passage into Christiania fjord.
Atelia put on her wraps and Halvor his over-
coat and they paced arm in arm on the small
deck. As the night came on, the moon arose
over a wooded hill only to disappear behind a
higher peak, then return. The waters of the
fjord were still. The hills on both sides made
a dark background to the shining sea. Where
the fjord narrowed, lights twinkled from the
dark strip of land lying between the lighter sea
"You are tired," said Halvor to his companion.
"Let us sit down here." They found chairs in
the lee of the wind. He adjusted her wraps.
**Do you feel cold?" he asked.
112 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
"Oh, no; thank you; button your own coat."
He did so. "What a beautiful night it is!"
"I think the fjord is a much more beautiful
highway of travel than the dusty, shaky,
"Yes." The single monosylable was the extent
of his reply for some time. Halvor Steen was
busy with thoughts that would not away. Atelia
was a puzzle to him. She loved him — words and
acts told him that plainly, yet she would not
promise to marry him. Why? Surely, she was
not playing with him? But why should she do
that? No ; that was absurd. She was an honest,
honorable girl--.. Could there be anything in
her associations with Elder Larsen and his re-
ligion? A pang of jealousy shot through him
at the thought. She was very open and free
with Elder Larsen. Could there be — ? The
night was getting cold.
And the girl beside him that evening also had
thoughts, which she could not put into words.
They had to do with her love for Halvor, and
the knowledge that she now had of his love for
her. Her heart glowed with the thought, and
yet there was a pain deep down that she could
not wholly cover. Would God continue to be
good to her and make him also see the light.
"Be ye not unequally yoked together with un-
believers." The apostle's admonition seemed to
sound loudly in her ears. She had come across
the passage just the other day. She had not
ATELIA SAYS YES— BUT— 113
been seeking for such advice, but rather hoping
to find something which would justify her in
another course ; but one can't run away from the
What? Did you speak, Halvor?"
'No; I said nothing."
Then silence again, save the rhythmical sound
of the steamer's machinery. The stars above
were diamond points. Ateha looked up at them.
Would she have to choose some day between
love and duty? Would she have wisdom and
strength if that time ever came? The Lord
had been good to her. He had answered her
prayers in the past; He would answer them in
the future. She had prayed that Halvor Steen
would not succeed where success might lift him
up in pride of heart and make it harder for him
to humble himself to the truth; and this had
been answered, perhaps in his recent political
failure. Yes, the Lord was with them. She
would keep up her courage in doing what she
knew to be right.
"Atelia," said Halvor, "tell me why you will
not promise to marry me."
*T have not said I will not marry you, Halvor."
"But you evade. I want to know why."
She did not reply.
"How long must I wait?"
"I don't know."
"A month — six months?"
"I cannot tell you."
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"A year — ten years."
"Oh, I hope not, Halvor."
"But what is it that you cannot trust to me?
I don't like this mystery. It isn't fair. You
know my feehngs. You know my life, Atelia,
and I tell you there isn't anything in it but that
you may know. It hasn't been free from faults,
I know^ well enough, but they are such as you
"Halvor," she whispered from her full heart,
"I love you, only you, as I have told you. Is
not that enough?"
"No; it is not enough. If you love me, tell
me you will marry me, and when. Give me a
reason for your peculiar action." His tone was
She drew away from him as if he had
"You humiliate me," he went on — "But there,
forgive me. Let us go down and have some-
thing to eat."
She declined. Then they sat in silence until
the lights of the city came into view. In a short
time the boat lay up to the wharf. Halvor
hailed a carriage into which he placed Atelia
who was going to stay with a friend. He himself
was to lodge in a near-by hotel.
"Goodnight," he said. "I shall call for you
in the morning at about nine-thirty. Will that
be early enough?"
Yes; thank you; goodnight."
HALVOR AND ATELIA ATTEND CONFERENCE.
T nine thirty next morning Halvor called
for Atelia. She was ready, and together
they walked to meeting. From the well-
known Storgaden they turned up Oster-
haus and soon arrived at No. 27, the Latter-day
Saints' headquarters. They were much surprised
to see Elder Larsen meet them at the entrance.
"How and when did you get here?" they
*This morning by the boat. Glad to see you.
Come right along with me."
He led the way up two flights of stairs to
a landing which opened into a large assembly
room, nearly filled with people. Elder Larsen
found them a seat.
Both Atelia and Halvor were somewhat sur-
prised at what they saw as they now looked
about them, for a picture of Elder Larsen's
headquarters in Larvik had entered into their
conception of Osterhaus 27. They understood,
in a way, that the Latter-day Saints were largely
of the humbler classes, for, as Elder Larsen had
contended, "not many wise men after the flesh,
not many mighty, not many noble," will listen
to the testimony of simple mxen; but here was
a very respectable looking class of people, and
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the room itself was beautiful. Its oval ceiling
was tinted, and the wood-work shone with paint
and varnish. Streamers of evergreen extended
from each of the corners of the room to the
large central chandeHer. Festoons of green
adorned the walls. In front of the stand was
an artistically arranged bank of green, reindeer
moss, and flowers.
On the stand sat about twenty men, the
"Elders from Zion." Atelia and Halvor knew
but two of them besides Elder Larsen. Most
of them were young men and all had clear, open
countenances. One of the Elders, whom the two
visitors knew stepped down, shook hands, and
gave them a hymn book. Then the President,
or presiding Elder, announced a hymn which was
sung by choir and congregation. There was
prayer and more singing, then the Elders spoke.
Some reported the condition of the work in their
various fields, some related interesting experien-
ces, and then one, a little more proficient in
language it seemed, preached a sermon on the
first principles of the gospel.
The services were simple, and yet so full of
spiritual uplift that Atelia sat as one entranced.
The singing filled her heart with music; the
beautiful principles of the gospel found welcome
lodgment in her soul. She now realized more
fully what it meant to be one with the people
of God and to be entitled to receive the com-
forting ministrations of the Holy Spirit. The
light which had been kindled in her soul enlarged
her vision and extended until she felt as though
she was comprehending the eternal truths of
the celestial world. "Seek ye first the kingdom
of God and his rightousness ; and all these things
shall be added unto you," were the closing words
of the speaker.
Atelia came to earth again. Beside her was
Halvor Steen. Was he listening ? Was he being
impressed? In her heart she prayed that he
might be, for she had need of him, not only
for her own happiness, but to help her in the
I work which she saw devolved upon her for her
departed kindred. She was seeking first the
kingdom of God, — and He would surely add all
she required. Yes, Halvor was listening with
close attention. In her happiness, she had al-
most forgotten yesterday's unpleasantness.
At the close of the services Halvor and Atelia
remained seated. Instead of passing out, most
of the congregation lingered to shake hands and
to exchange greetings. Halvor remarked to
Atelia that it was the Larvik scene on a larger
scale. Elder Larsen, shaking hands on his way
to them, now introduced the President, a pleasant
looking, gray-bearded man, who chatted with
them for some time. Other Elders and some
of the Saints were introduced to the beautiful
young woman and her handsome companion, and
many were the surmises as to what and who
they were. Froken Heldman's fame as the win-
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ner at the season's national regatta had not,
as a rule, penetrated to the secluded life of
the church members. ^
Elder Larsen invited his two friends to the
office, a small room on the same floor. He
bade them to be seated while he excused
himself for a moment, and when he returned,
he found them looking at the photographs of
the missionaries on the wall.
"This isn't bad, Larsen," said Halvor. "Who
are all these men in black frames?"
"Oh, these are missionaries who have been
here. See this one — that's my father. He was
here on a mission ten years ago. And this — "
The President here interrupted by an invitation
to go with him for lunch, but as Atelia had
promised to return to her friends, she had to
decline. Arrangements were made, however,
that she and Halvor were to accompany Elder
Larsen and the President after the evening
Meetings were held both afternoon and evening,
both of which Atelia and Halvor attended.
"I am breaking the record," said he.
"In what way?"
"I have never been to three religious meetings
in one day before."
"You're not tired?"
"Not at all; it's quite interesting."
After the evening meeting they went out on
the street with a party of friends. The
threatened rain had come, so umbrellas were in
"Here," said Waldemar to Halvor, "take my
umbrella. "Your Nonvegian article was never
made to shelter two. This big American one
covers some area."
"Thank you," said Halvor, as he accepted the
offer, "I never quite appreciated your ugly um-
Atelia clung closely to his arm. Brother and
Sister Void, whom they were to visit, lived in
a basement floor, but their rooms were neat and
clean, and the little company was warmly wel-
The evening passed very pleasantly. Atelia
talked with the girls who at first were a little
shy. All of them were working girls, but they
were bright and intelligent. Atelia was especially
drawn to those of them who had personally
investigated the gospel, and had by accepting its
principles, drawn upon them the contempt of
former friends and the persecution of parents.
Surely, here was strength of character which
she had not met in girls before. Her own trials
dimmed before some which her sisters had
"I haven't been home for three months," said
one of them, a tall, quiet girl whose big blue
eyes filled with tears as she spoke. "I work at
the cotton factory, and live with an old lady
up in Nydal. I have three sisters and a brother,
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a little fellow who thinks the world of me. It
was largely on his account that I ventured home-
ward last. I had intended to go to a neighbor's
first, but little Olof saw me, and with a shout
came running. Father looked out of the door,
and seeing me coming up the path, closed the
door in my face."
The company partook of a dainty luncheon,
then they sang songs until it was time to go
home. Halvor retained his big umbrella, though
the rain had nearly ceased.
The next morning Halvor told Atelia that he
had received a message from home which would
necessitate his leaving during the day. Was she
ready to go with him? She hesitated, explain-
ing that she had promised to take part with
some of her friends in a little trip on the Fjord
and to "Laadergaardsoen's" pleasure gardens.
Well, he could remain most of the day. Would
she go with him towards evening? She paused
again, and Halvor was annoyed. Did she prefer
the company of these others to his own? He
did not press her for a definite answer, but
accepted without further words the plans for
the morning. They sailed on the Fjord. The
white walls of Oscar's Hall gleamed from the
green setting, and the beauty of the place invited
them across the water; but all that morning
there were clouds in Halvor's sky which Atelia
could not dispel.
"Well," asked he, "are you going with me
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this evening?" They were sitting by themselves
in a warm, sunny opening of the trees on a
"There is a meeting in the hall tonight which
I should very much like to attend," said Atelia.
"Haven't you had enough ? What's one meeting
more or less, when I want you, Atelia?" he
"I promised Elder Larsen — "
"Never mind Elder Larsen. Promise me some-
"Halvor, don't be angry. This is a meeting
of church members — I mean, this is the sacra-
ment meeting, and — "
"And — well, let the Church members attend.
I don't like to go home alone and I don't think
you do either."
"I am sorry you have to go so soon. I was
thinking of remaining a few days more with
Elder Larsen's friends and with Froken Berg.
She complained only this morning of my leaving
her to go to so many meetings."
"Well, I'm selfish, I suppose," laughed Halvor;
at which Atelia breathed easier, thinking a
certain crisis which seemed about to arise had
passed ; but the very next remark Halvor made,
brought back her fears.
"What is this meeting tonight?" he asked.
"I have heard no announcement of it."
"No; I was just told of it by Elder Larsen."
"Oh, it's a sort of secret affair, is it?"
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"Not at all. I have never attended a sacra-
ment meeting, so I can't say anything about it."
"Well, Atelia, I might stretch a point and
remain until after the meeting. I'll look up a
time table and see if there is a late train."
Atelia was troubled. This sacrament meeting
was for members only. Elder Larsen had ex-
plained that this precaution was taken because
the strict letter of the law in Norway forbade
the Mormons from performing any religious
ceremony or rite. A number of times they had
gotten into trouble by someone informing on
them. The law was a dead letter, but when
someone made trouble, the officers had to take
some notice. Halvor certainly could be trusted;
Halvor saw the troubled expression on her
face, and then another thing suddenly came to
him. "You said this meeting was for church
members only. I forgot. That lets me out.
Your invitation was a special one I suppose."
"No, Halvor, it wasn't." She arose and looked
down the hill to the little party of friends by
the water. They seemed to be amusing them-
selves in a game. She wished they would call
to Halvor and her to come and join them, but
they did not. What could she do? There was
a struggle for a moment, then she turned to
Halvor and said with as much freedom as she
could muster, "Halvor, I'll go with you home
this afternoon — as soon as you want to go.'
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"And miss your meeting?"
"Atelia, you have an invitation to attend a
meeting where my presence is not desired." His
pleasantry had left him, and his speech was
terse and emphatic. "You were going to this
meeting; but my offer to remain spoiled some-
thing. What does it mean? Are you treating
me right? .... If your invitation was not a
special one, then you must also be a church
member. Atelia, are you?"
She could have cried, but she must not do
that. She must control herself; she must not
drive him aw^ay; but what could she say other
than the simple truth.
"You do not answer me. I want to know.
Atelia, are you a member of the Mormon
"Yes — " timidly with downw^ard glance; then
raising her head as if ashamed of her own
timidity, "Yes, Halvor, I am a member of the
Mormon Church ; but Halvor" — again her tone
became tender — "you do not understand about
this meeting. Let me explain."
"You need not. I don't understand. I am
a simpleton. I am not one of the initiated. You
have joined the Mormons and I did not know.
Why haven't I been told before?" Halvor was
She could not answer all his questions. She
held up her arm to her face as if to shield
herself from the cruel blows of his words ; but
she kept her presence of mind, due, she knew
afterwards, to the prayer vrhich was in her heart.
After the first outburst of anger, Halvor grew
silent as if with pain of soul. It was all right
to associate with Mormon Elders, to listen to
their talk, and even to attend their meetings;
but to become members of the Church —
well, that was too much; and to think that
Atelia, this Atelia who stood before him now
with heaving breast and quivering lips, beautiful,
yes, more beautiful than ever — that she was a
Mormon, she whom he had just a few hours
before asked to be his wife, she who had rested
her head on his shoulder and had said that she
loved him ! .... Then his anger rose again.
''Halvor,". she said, ''the steamer is coming,
and I think the folks want us to go dovv^n.
I'll go with you home."
"No; you'll stay to your meeting."
"I would rather not."
"I want you to. Com.e, they are beckoning us."
They went down the hill to where the
little pleasure boat was just tying to the shore.
The party embarked, and they were soon landed
back in Christiania.
Halvor took Atelia to Froken Berg, where she
"Won't you come in?" she asked at the door.
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**No; I'll have to hurry to catch the train."
"When — when shall I see you again?"
"Why, when you come to visit with mother-
on your way home."
"Do you want me to come?"
"Yes; I do want you to."
"Are you sure?"
"I am very sure, Atelia."
"Then Til come. Goodby until then."
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HE headache which AteHa complained of
to Froken Berg that afternoon was not
feigned; her heart ached also. She went
to her room, and had a good cry as she
lay across her bed. The cry helped a little, so
that from the confusion of suffering and con-
flicting emotions, she could get a little orderly
Had Halvor left her for good? No; she was
to visit with him at Strand. But was not that
just the gallantry of carrying out his promise?
Had she lost him by becoming a Mormon?
Well, she hoped not, prayed not; but with the
pain accompaning the thought, there also came
a stiffening of her resolution to be true to her
convictions. She knew she had done nothing
wrong. She knew she had more of the light
of heaven, more truth, more power to overcome ;
and when one's resolutions are based on know-
ledge such as this, the victory is well under way.
As she lay now with eyes open, looking out
of the window at the closing day, she thought
of Halvor on the train alone. She would gladly
have gone with him, though plainly, he did not
believe that. His journey home would be quite
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different from the one they had taken together.
She admitted that Halvor had real cause for
complaint, for how could he know that under-
neath her peculiar actions there was nothing but
the best wishes for him? Yes; he had some
justification. She had admitted to him that she
wanted to beat him at the boat race for a pur-
pose, but she would not tell him what that
purpose w^as; she had acknowledged that she
loved him, but would not promise to marry him ;
she had joined a very unpopular religion, and
had not told him of it; she was going to a
meeting where he was not invited. Surely no
man with any spirit would fail to be offended
at her. But what could she do more than she
The tears w^ere near the surface that after-
noon, and she turned her face to the pillow again.
The noise of the city came through the open
window like the hum of many insects in a field
on a summer day. The short afternoon closed,
and darkness came on. Atelia was tired, and
as she closed her eyes, peace came to her, and
she fell asleep.
When she awoke, she sat up with a start, and
looked at her watch. She had slept soundly,
and the meeting hour had arrived to the minute.
She could not get there in time; she would have
to miss it altogether. Why had she slept so
long? But she was feeling much better, thanks
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A gentle knock came on the door, and Atelia
opened it, admitting Froken Berg.
"Oh, is it you, Christine, come in."
''Did I disturb you?"
''No! I had a nice nap; but I was awake
when you knocked."
"I was anxious about you. How is your head?"
"Much better — but do you know, I slept so
long that I am too late for a meeting which
I wanted to attend."
"You've done nothing but attend meetings
since you've been here. What is the nature of
these wonderful meetings, Atelia?"
"Why, don't you know ? I thought I told you."
"Only that they are held at Osterhausgade 27 ;
but that must be a mistake. I looked up that
number today, and found that that is the head-
quarters of the Mormons."
The two girls were sitting by the dressing
table. Oh, dear, thought Atelia, here is more
trouble; but she said, "No; there is no mistake;
I have been attending Mormon meetings."
"But surely, Atelia, you know of the bad name
these people have! What in the world — "
"Yes; I have heard of their bad reputation;
but I know their character, and, as we were
saying the other day, those two things are
'But is there any good in the Mormons?"
'That sounds very much like a question that
was asked by Nathanael of old when he heard
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of Jesus, and that he came from Nazareth."
^'What do you mean?"
" 'Can any good thing come out of Nazareth?*
he asked; and Philip's answer was, 'Come and
Froken Berg w^as plainly annoyed, so Atelia
said no more; she did not wish to lose another
old friend; but Froken Berg, after a moment
"I had no idea, Atelia, you were attending
Mormon meetings. Johanna Franson was telling
me something today, and that's why I became
interested. Don't you think it's foolish to con-
tinue your visits? It's well enough to go once
for curiosity, and I w^ould like to go with you
for that, but to make a practice — why, people
will think you also are a Mormon."
Atelia did not reply. She took refuge for the
moment in the basin of cold water in which
she was bathing her face ; but her friend went on :
"You ought to be careful, Atelia. People are
"People must have something to talk about,"
replied Atelia through the towel.
"But I wouldn't like to be spoken about as the
"No; none of us would like that; but, Christine,
did it ever occur to you that people are some-
times held up to scorn because they have the
truth. Sometimes the truth is unpopular."
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"But, Christine," — Atelia was re-arranging
her thick braids, which httle business helped her
to make it appear that she was only casually
discussing this matter — *Vou are acquainted with
your Bible, and you can there read that the
first Christians were ^everywhere spoken
against/ That wasn't because they were a bad
people, was it?"
"But it's different now. We live in a civilized
age, a modem country. Christians are no longer
"I know of some who are — but let's not talk
about that any more. I'm hungry. Have you
something good to eat?"
They went down stairs. Atelia did not intend
to dramatically proclaim herself a Mormon, and
thus bring on a scene; but she chose the wiser
way, and, instead of going to her meeting that
evening, she adroitly got her friend to listen
to her expound some of the beautiful principles
of the gospel. After the first struggle of resent-
ment, Christine Berg sat quite still and Hstened
to her friend, and it was not until the close
of the evening when she had mellowed under
the influence of the gospel spirit, that she learned
that what she had been drinking in so readily
was Mormonism, and further, that Atelia herself
was a Mormon. These revelations stunned the
young woman into silence for the remainder
of the evening and AteHa was permitted to go
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to bed in peace, and to forget for a time the
sorrow of her own heart.
Froken Berg was off to her work before
Atelia came down next morning. After a light
breakfast, Ateha went out for a walk down
to the water. She was uncertain what she
should do, and she needed time to think. A big
ocean steamer was being loaded at the pier,
and she soon became interested in watching the
work. Her father had sailed many such ships,
and she had sailed with him a number of times.
Once, she recalled, she had gone to Spain, and
at her return, she had been called Senora Held-
man, for people said the additional brown in
her cheecks had made her look like a Spanish
beauty That morning she lingered for some
time about the wharf with its shipping and
suggestions of sea-faring life, all of which had
its interest for her; then she walked up to
Karl Johan Street, and as she had seen Henrik
Ibsen do, she looked leisurely in the shop
windows. In one of the art stores she saw
"Norden" enlarged from the original photograph
and beautifully tinted and framed. She looked
closely at the central figure, and recalled what
Halvor had said about the wistfull, far-away
look. Yes, it was there, but then it was rather
more prophetic than real.
She walked on nearly up to the King's Castle,
crossed the street, went back on the other side
to Stor Street then to the market square. The
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market was always interesting. Among the
women who sold apples and berries was a sister
— a member of the Church. Elder Larsen had
pointed her out one day, but had explained that
he rarely w^ent near her for the reason that he
could not get away without having to take her
gifts of fruit, which he surmised often played
havoc with her profits. However, Ateha saw
her this morning, went up to her, chatted for
some time, and she too w^ent away with the
gift of an apple.
Before she was well aware, Atelia found her-
self in Osterhausgade. The street seemed to
draw her. She wanted to talk with somebody,
and who better could advise her than the
President. She would call on him. She went
a Httle timidly up the stairs. All was quiet.
She met none of the Elders. She knocked on
the office door, and the President himself let
"You are with us yet?" he asked, as he gave
her a seat, and perched himself again on the
high office stool by the desk at which he had
been working. ''Are you enjoying yourself?"
She assured him that the meetings had been
a source of great strength to her. Now would
he have time to talk to her. She wanted some
The President slid from the stool, drew a chair
up to the table where his visitor was sitting
and asked, ''Now, what can I do for you?"
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Atelia had difficulty in beginning. The Presi-
dent saw it, and talked pleasantly to her. *lt
takes courage for a person of your station in life
to do as you have done," he said. ''You have
had trials, which, I take it, are not yet ended.
The sailing will not always be smooth, but as
I understand, you are a good sailor, you ought to
weather any storm."
''Especially with such a fine, staunch craft
as the good ship Zion," Atelia said and smiled
back at the President's pleasant and personal
figures of speech.
Then when there seemed perfect confidence
established between the two, Atelia told him her
story. His face lighted up like the face of her
father, she thought, as she told him of Captain
Heldman and his interest in the gospel. She
told him of her father's death, and of the con-
dition of the estate ; of her Uncle Sande's actions ;
and by this time she could with less difficulty
approach the subject just then nearest her heart
— that of the state of things between herself
and Halvor Steen. She had questioned herself
whether or not she could counsel with anyone
other than the Lord on this matter, but the
President drove away any fears, as she went
on with her story and her problems. He listened
quietly until she had finished, then he began:
"First, let me say that I appreciate your con-
fidence, and shall respect it. Not many young
people, now-a-days, will bring their love problems
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to the counsel of father and mother, or others
who might act as such. That you have done
so speaks well for you, and I hope I shall be
able to help you."
"The ways of the Lord are wonderful, as
instanced in your case in bringing to you the
gospel, and preparing your heart to receive it.
In due time, as Elder Larsen has told you, your
father and mother and all your worthy dead
will be taken care of. You said that you are
the last of your father's family ; but what about
'*0h, there are a lot of them."
"Then you have a duty to them also. The
living should have the privilege of hearing the
gospel, for the sooner we get into the way of
Hfe, the sooner we will reach the goal; but you
will have to have a man to help you."
"So Elder Larsen also said." The sHght em-
phasis on "man" did not escape her.
"And I suppose you hope Hr. Steen will be
"I too hope so, dear sister, for he impressed
me as being a clean, honest young man. He
thinks a lot of you, I imagine."
"He has said as much."
"And you — pardon me, but we are to be very
free with our confidences, you know.'
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"Yes," she answered, with just a tint of rising
color, "I like him very much."
**Love is a great thing — a great power; but it
must be genuine. You have had and still have
beautiful ideas of love."
"I've always thought of it as the greatest
thing in the w^orld."
"You have read that in a book, haven't you?"
There was a little good-natured banter in his
"Why, yes; I have read it in a book."
"Don't you know that books are often not
true to life, unnaturally idealistic in fact."
"Yes, some books are; but this one from
which I quote is a standard, and by a good
author." She was following his lead.
"I am not well versed in your literature."
"But this is your literature." She reached
for a Bible on the table. "It is found in First
Corinthians, thirteenth chapter. Let me read
you a quotation: 'Love suffereth long, and is
kind .... beareth all things, believeth all things,
hopeth all things, endureth all things. Love
never f aileth .... And now abideth faith, hope,
love, these three; but the greatest of these is
"You have proved your case," said the Presi-
dent with a smile. "Now let us go a little deeper
into this question of love being the greatest
thing in the world. Seeing that you have led
the way, I'll quote a little Scripture also: 'Love
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is of God/ for *God is love/ How is that
love manifest? 'God so loved the world that he
gave his only begotten Son that whosoever
believeth in him should not perish, but have
everlasting life/ Jesus also declared: 'As the
Father hath loved me, so have I loved you,'
meaning his disciples. Paul tells us that faith
is a most powerful principle, doesn't he?"
"Yes," said the girl as the President paused
for a reply.
"He also tells that faith becomes a power
only when it is applied in some action; for, as
you know, 'faith without works is dead.' Now,
follow me, sister: may not the nature of love
be essentially that of faith? that is, love is not
love until it is made manifest in action. As
examples, God manifested his love for us by
sending his Son to us; that Son showed us his
love by laying down his life for us. In fact,
the scriptures are full of this thought: 'He that
hath my commandments, and keepeth them, he
it is that loveth me.' "
Atelia listened attentively, wondering just
what the President was coming to.
"Now, love is wonderful, powerful — yes, the
biggest thing in the world, as you said. It
has come to us from the eternity of the past;
it will reach into the eternity of the future.
Love will never fail, for God is love, and that's
the reason. Now — " and the President hitched
his chair nearer the table and lowered his voice
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a little, "let us get down to earth, to Non^^ay,
to Heimstad, and Osterhaus 27. What profit
is there in your loving a man who will not be-
lieve the gospel, will not repent and be baptized
for the remission of sins. Such a man may
w^alk with you for a time in this world, and you
may enjoy his company for a season, but if he
persists in his way and you persist in yours, as
sure as we are sitting here, your paths will
diverge, and in time will become so far apart
that you will be lost to each other. Your love
for him may be as deep, as wide as eternity;
but the only way it can save him is for it to
move him to action towards the right."
Atelia's heart seemed to stop for a moment;
then it beat hard as if it would burst; a wave
of fear swept through it.
"This talk of love, as it is generally under-
stood," continued the President, "being able to
accomplish impossibilities, is deceptive. The
sooner we look the plain, sometimes hard truth
in the face, the better. Men and women swear
undying love to each other. The mere expression
of their feelings, they think, is enough to bind
them together forever. They forget that law
governs in this world as in all worlds, and to
obtain any desired end or condition, the law
upon which it is predicated must be ob-
served. To get into the kingdom of heaven — the
only place in the future where men and women
associate as husbands and wives — one must enter
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in at the door, which is the gospel of our Lord
AteHa looked across the table with swimming
eyes, but she said nothing.
*'Now, then, I have hurt you by my words,
and you came here to get some comfort. But
you are a brave girl. You can look unflinchingly
at the truth. You do not want comfort at the
sacrifice of principle or truth. Peace will come
at the end of every good fight, rest and happi-
ness will follow every valiant struggle. Your
faith, your love will carry you through."
'^But, but "
*'I know; you are thinking of Halvor Steen.
He at present is angry with you. If he loves
you, that will soon pass. If he wants you, he
wull place himself in a position to get you. If
he doesn't love you enough to sacrifice a vain
pride, or in fact, anything and everything other
than truth and right, you do not want him
to be your mate for time and eternity. Think
of that, my dear young sister. I wish all our
girls would think of that more. The gospel
gives us such glorious ideals of what the future
will be. How can our sisters be satisfied with
anything but the noblest and the best in us?"
"Shall I give up Halvor Steen?"
"No, no; the fight is hardly begun. You are
a woman, and he is a stubborn man; but you
have the advantage in that you have a right
to the ministrations of the Holy Ghost, and He
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will give you keener insight, better judgment,
greater strength. Be wise, do not compromise
yourself or the truth, but give Halvor no occasion
to think your joining the Church has made
any difference in your feelings toward him."
. "Thank you very much for your advice. I
shall try to follow it. Now, do you think it
would be wise for me to call at Strand on my
way home and visit with Frue Steen? I have
promised, but — "
The President thought for a moment before
he said, "Wait a few days. There is no hurry
about your going home. If your friend with
whom you are staying makes it unpleasant for
you, let me know and I shall find you a com-
fortable place with one of our sisters. Yes, I
should say, call at Strand."
"Now thank you again." She arose to go.
At the door he took her hand. "God bless you,"
he said — " and I bless you!" His lips moved
as if in silent prayer for her. Then he smiled
up into her face, and a sweet joy welled into her
heart as she left him standing in the doorway
and passed quietly down the stairs.
ATELIA DEALS WITH THREE SITUATIONS.
HE very next day Atelia received a letter
from Halvor's mother, inviting her to
call and spend at least a week with them.
One more day she lingered in Christiania
with the Saints and Elders, then she took the
train for Strand.
As she had not notified them of her coming,
no one was at the station to meet her. Knowing
Frue Steen's opinion on the right form in such
matters, she was driven to the Steen residence
in a carriage.
The mother welcomed her warmly. She was
a finely preserved woman who carried her gray
head high. She was of the few "best families"
of democratic Norway who prided themselves
on not belonging to the common people.
"Halvor is not at home today, but I'll do my
best until he comes," said the mother pleasantly.
**We two shall get along nicely."
"I am sure we shall."
Halvor Steen was a fish buyer for a number
of firms in Skien and Christiania, and his
business took him from home on trips up the
coast. The day after Atelia's arrival he came
home. He appeared to be very glad to see her,
chatted with her pleasantly, but there was no
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more love making. He did not seem inclined to
follow up the beginning he had made in the train
on the way to Christiania; and, truth to tell,
Atelia was better pleased that things should go
along slowly at present. In their chats around
the dinner table, the subject of religion was not
broached, and it seemed to Atelia from discem-
able indications that Halvor and his mother had
agreed on this course. How much he had told
his mother, she did not know. If the mother
knew of her guest's relations with the Mormons,
she bore her knowledge with much care.
However, on the third afternoon of her visit,
after Halvor had bade her goodby until the next
day, Atelia was told by Frue Steen that they
were to have Pastor Fjelbo for supper that
evening. Atelia wondered whether there was a
purpose in this visit, other than the regular
call of the pastor on the members of his flock.
Her fears were confirmed when the mother
"My dear, I hope you will not be offended
at anything the pastor might say. He has heard
of your interest in these Latter-day Saints, and
so I have invited him to call and have a talk
Atelia winced, but managed nicely to hide
her annoyance. "I am sure I shall not be offended,
she replied. "He is a gentleman, I suppose."
"Oh, a very fine man, and so learned. You
would do well to listen carefully to him."
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"I am always open to instruction, Frue Steen.
I hope I never shall get too old or too bigoted
'That's right, my dear."
Pastor Fjelbo came promptly on time. He
was not an old man, was very pleasant in
manner and speech, and during the dinner, he
talked of boat racing, ski running, and other
''innocent pleasures." Atelia noted with interest
his maneuvering to get around to the subject
he had in hand. But it was clumsily done, and
he v/as not warned of the rough water on the
sea of religious controversy on which he was
about to embark.
"The other evening," he began at the close
of the eating, 'T attended a lecture given by a
friend of mine on Utah and the Mormons. He
has visited Utah, and he found a bad state of
"Indeed," exclaimed Frue Steen.
"Yes; I am sorry that some of our people are
being deluded. I hope Pastor Mortensen will be
successful in his good work of exposing the
Atelia felt her ears bum, and she was sure
her cheeks were scarlet; but she controlled
"Did you say Pastor Mortensen had personally
visited Utah?" asked the mother.
"Yes; and that makes his testimony reliable.
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He has written a book, which, I am glad to say,
is having a large sale."
**And therefore making Pastor Mortensen a
nice sum of money," added Atelia in as calm
a tone as she could command.
"He deserv^es success in such a worthy under-
taking, I am sure," said the pastor. "Now, don't
you think so, Froken Heldman?"
"I have read his book," answered the young
woman, "and my opinion is that it was written
to cater to a popular clamor against a much
misunderstood and misrepresented people rather
than to tell the truth."
"Atelia!" exclaimed Frue Steen in protest.
"It is full of absurd stories which I am sur-
prised that any intelligent Norwegian should
"For instance — " suggested the Pastor.
"Did you ever, pastor, look at the map of
the United States, and note where Utah is
located — surrounded on every side by other
states, all of which are inhabited by Christian
people. Do you think for a moment that the
United States government would allow murders
to be committed, as daily occurrances, the govern-
ment mail service to be tampered with, and a
general condition of anarchy to prevail — all
caused by a handfull of people within its borders?
Such stories are silly if they were not so
Atelia was aroused. Let the traducers of her
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people beware. The Pastor reddened for a
moment, while Frue Steen was shocked.
''We must believe what a man says he has
seen with his own eyes, Froken Heldman," urged
**We must believe nothing of the kind, if he
tells lies — and I know there are lies in Pastor
Mortensen's book. I know the Mormon people,
I know what they teach. Have you, Pastor, ever
read a book written by a Moimon explaining
"No — I can't say I have — but — '' The wind
was a little strong for sailing further in that
direction, so the Pastor changed his course. "I
was acquainted with your father," he said ; ''also
your old pastor up in Heimstad district. You
remember him, I dare say?"
"Oh, yes; he was a good man in his way, and
I respect him even if his preaching was not
what one might wish."
"He taught you the catechism and confirmed
you, did he not?"
"Well, the recollection of these days, and the
influence of these teachings ought to be with
"They are." Atelia had composed herself
again. "The good I learned in my childhood, I
hope will always remain with me. The false
teachings I received, I want to forget."
146 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
"And so you think you were not taught the
"'Not in all things. Because our fathers, and
their fathers before them believed a certain
system of theology to be true doesn't make it
true. If age makes truth, then we should all
be Roman Catholics, or heathens, if we go
further back in time."
Frue Steen had arisen, and stood very much
chagrined at what was taking place. "Will you
not have another cup of coffee, pastor," she
asked, as if to make a break in this unpleasant-
ness. The Pastor declined.
"You seem to be well informed on everything
Mormon," said the Pastor to Atelia. "Perhaps
you can tell me how the Mormons have added
new scriptures to the Christian Bible."
"With pleasure. We — the Mormons believe
the Bible as strongly as any Christian people;
but they also believe that God can and has
revealed more of his word in our day. Here is
the good old Luther's catechism which we studied
at school." She picked up the little brown book
from the table and opened it. "On the first
page I read this: 'The Bible was written by
prophets, apostles, and other holy men whom
God inspired.' That's true — we all believe that.
The Bible says further that these scripture
writers wrote as they were moved upon by the
Spirit of God. Now, do we have in our day
any good men who are moved upon by the Spirit
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She paused, but the others did not reply.
"If we have, and they write under that in-
fluence, why is not that as much the word of
God as if it were written a thousand years ago V
She looked at the Pastor for a reply.
**I am not bound to reply to your foolish ques-
tions, I hope."
"I beg your pardon. Pastor, for doing all the
preaching." She laughed as if she too wished
to close the discussion. ''Shall I tell you about
these other Mormon scriptures?"
"Not at all, Froken Heldman." He arose.
"Now I must be going," he said to Frue Steen,
who without any remonstrance, fetched his hat
and stick. He bade a formal good-day to Atelia.
Frue Steen went with him to the door, remained
there for a few minutes talking, then she came
back to Atelia who had seated herself on the
sofa, awaiting results.
"Ateha," said Frue Steen, her face pale with
anger, "what possessed you to insult the Pastor
like that? Why did you defend the Mormons?
What are they to you ? . . . . the scum of the
earth ! Answer me ! . . . . It's a disgrace . . . . "
Atelia must now control herself. The other
woman stood before her in high rage. Stoop,
Atelia, stoop to conquer.
"I invited him here, — and to receive such treat-
ment — in my own house! What are you that
you should set yourself up as a judge of rehgion
and our ministers? The Mormons — !" this last
148 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
with the finest scorn of which the angry woman
*'I am sorry, Frue Steen."
*'You are not sorry. You glory in what you
did. Are you — are you a Mormon? Surely not,"
she fairly gasped, as the thought came to her.
"I am Atelia Heldman, daughter of Captain
Heldman. What matters it to what church I
"Much to me. A Mormon would disgrace my
"All right, Frue Steen," said Atelia, as she
arose, "I shall leave immediately."
"Are you a Mormon, then?"
The woman sank into a chair as if she had
received a mortal wound. She moaned and wrung
her hands. Atelia stood looking at her for a
moment, then went up to her as if she wanted
to help her; but in what way she knew not.
Ateha's anger was gone. She was sorry, and
her heart ached not only for this woman, but
for some one else; as she stood there, not
knowing just what to say or do, she did not
forget that a Mormon was disgracing the house.
"I had better get my things and go," said the
"No, no; I didn't mean that — I — I — You must
not leave like this. You are Halvor's guest as
well as mine. You must stay until he comes
back. Poor boy!"
Poor boy! What did that mean? That her
son should be entangled in the meshes of a vile
Mormon? That did hurt. To have become
righteously angry then, and to have walked out
of the house with high head, would have been
the easier thing to do. But Atelia was not to
do the easier things, but the right things, the
wise things, no matter how hard they might be.
One never repents of not showing one's anger.
Temper is a good thing, keep it. Atelia swallowed
the "lump in her throat."
"I'll go up to my room now," said Atelia.
"Halvor will be home tomorrow, and I'll not
leave until he gets back, if you wish it that
Nothing more was said. Atelia came down
again before going to bed, but as Frue Steen
had retired, she walked for half an hour in the
Halvor got home early next morning. In fact,
he walked in while his mother and Ateha were
eating a late breakfast. He was in fine spirits,
and chatted pleasantly, telling of some interesting
experiences of his trip.
"And, Atelia," he said, I believe I have found
a buyer for your boat. I fell in with an English-
man who saw that race at Langesund, and when
I showed him a picture of the winner, he became
very much interested. He wanted to know your
name, where you lived, and the price of 'The
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Blue Bird.' — Mother aren't you well this
After breakfast Atelia and Halvor walked out
anto the garden. The morning was bright and
clear. There had been a touch of frost during
the night, and the leaves were falling. As the
two reached the summer house at the foot of
the garden, Atelia sat down and asked Halvor
to take the seat on the other side of the
"I want to talk with you, if you have time,"
'T have all the time there is this morning."
"Halvor, why did your mother invite me here ?"
"Because I asked her to."
"But you did not tell her I had joined the
"No; I did not. I did not think that was
"Of course she knew I associated with Mor-
mons, and attended their meetings."
"Yes; she knew that."
"Well, yesterday she asked Pastor Fjelbo to
dinner. He attacked the Mormons, and I de-
fended them. Your mother became very angry
at me, saying that a Mormon would disgrace her
"Surely mother didn't say that."
"In her anger, she hardly knew what she
was doing; and that was before I told her I
was a member of the Church. That is what
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is the matter with your mother this morning.
So I had better leave as soon as possible."
Halvor's face was a puzzle, as he looked out
through the vines to the river, and his fingers
nervously tapped the table.
''But, Atelia, you do not know what this means
to me," he said, turning to her. '*I don't know
what to say or do. I am at sea. I don't under-
stand you, and I lay it to your becoming a
Mormon. I can't help that thought, and that
doesn't promote any good feeling in my heart
towards the Mormon Church and its Elders.
Atelia, the Mormon Church has crowded me out
of your heart!"
"No, Halvor; it hasn't, it hasn't."
*Tt seems so to me. I'll admit I was interested
in some of the Mormon teachings, but now I
can't get rid of a hard feeling against the name."
''You must get rid of that, Halvor. The Church
is your best friend, and the Elders would do
anything to help you."
"Even to the taking away of one that I have
given my whole heart to?" he replied with a
touch of bitterness .... "Don't go, Atelia. Stay
here, stay with me!" He reached across the
table and took her hand. "I must have you —
I can't give you up!"
"You need not give me up, Halvor. I have
not changed. I feel just as I always have — just
as I told you the other day."
"You love me, yet cannot promise to marry
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me; and you expect me to be satisfied with such
an unsolved riddle . . . . "
"I don't expect you to be satisfied."
"Then in the name of heaven, Atelia, what do
you expect, what do you mean? Don't drive
Atelia again needed to draw upon all the
reserve strength she could muster to keep herself
in hand and meet this outburst.
*'You draw me on with your sweet beauty,
with your smile and words of love. Is it to
bring me to destruction? You hold my heart
only to crush it. I cannot hate you, my Atelia,
my sweetheart — yes, God in Heaven, I have tried
even that, but failed."
She suffered with him, but he did not know
it. Oh, why couldn't she step around to him,
sink into his embrace, and promise anything
he might ask? Would that help him? For the
moment, only. She knew that. Permanent peace
rests on broad, deep foundations, and such a
structure takes time and labor to build. The
scene in the office in Christiania came to her
in brief vision, and through her dim eyes she
saw the assuring face of the President.
Halvor withdrevv' his hand, arose as if his
case were hopeless and he might as well go.
"Let us not quarrel, Halvor," she pleaded.
*'No; we shall not quarrel. It takes two to
quarrel, and you will not even do that." He
stood as if about to leave her.
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Should she tell him frankly why she could
not promise to marry him ? What would he think,
what would he say if she should tell him that
she could not marry any man who did not have
the same faith, the same hope of eternal life
that she had. — Her husband must be able to go
with her, or else wherein the value of love that
is eternal. Should she tell him ? . . . . No ; it would
not do. Not for a moment must she suggest that
he must becom.e a Mormon. If he is the man
she thinks he is, he would resent that. Con-
version to a religious faith must come from
within, with no ulterior motive. She would have
to hold her peace and rest her case with the Lord.
With no further words from either of them,
they walked quietly back to the house, and he
went to his office with no demonstrations of
word or act. Frue Steen had httle to say all
morning. Atelia concluded it would be best for
her to leave. Within an hour she could be ready.
There was a train shortly before noon. As she
was waiting for the carriage which she had
ordered, she called Halvor over the telephone,
and told him that she was about to leave. He
would meet her at the station, he said, and
hung up before she could say more.
He was at the station; and as the train came
in, he helped her to a seat. He had but a moment
to take her hand and say goodby. As the train
moved off, she waved to him through the win-
dow, and he gallantly stood with uncovered head,
until the cars disappeared around a curve.
HE steam heat, newly installed in the
hotel, was oppressive, so Halvor Steen
had opened the window, and he sat
by it looking out on the people in Karl
Johan Street. The winter had come in earnest,
it seemed, for the air was full of flying snow.
Halvor looked up to where the big white flakes
came from out a dark upper region, scurried
for a moment in the air, then fell into the slush
of the busy street. It was nearly ten o'clock,
and yet some of the street lamps were burning.
It was a miserable morning, in harmony, the
young man thought, with his own feelings.
The business which had brought him to
Christiania could not be attended to until later
in the afternoon, so he had most of the day
to spend in idleness. He tried to read, but the
light was bad, and — well, any and all excuses
suffice for a man who is out of sorts. So what
seemed to please him most was to sit at the
open window and look at the moving crowds
For nearly a month now Halvor had been
separated from Atelia. Since she had left him
at the station in Strand, he had received only
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one small note from her, telling him of her
safe arrival home. He had answered that note
with one as brief, and that had been the end
of their correspondence. Was this also to be
the end of all else between them, Halvor
wondered that morning. It seemed so. And yet,
he could not get his mind fixed on such an
ending — his heart would not let him; for his
heart still resisted when stern reason would
seem to have its way.
After Atelia's visit, Frue Steen had talked em-
phatically to her son on the foohshness of his
making any binding alliance with a Mormon,
pointing out to him what it would mean socially,
politically, and perhaps in a business way; and
Halvor had listened to his mother. Not that he
was convinced by her talk, but he thought that
perhaps it was the wisest way to wait and let
time develop some way out of his difficulty. He
would keep away from Atelia, and see what
effect such a course might have on his feelings.
He wanted to test himself in some sort of way:
but to tell the truth, he was far from satisfied
with himself by the course he had taken. Do
what he would, Atelia Heldman was with
What was she doing on this wintry morning?
Heimstad was a lonesome place in winter; and
she had few whom she could associate with at
this dreary season of the year. In his mind he
saw Heimstad in the glory of its summer dress,
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and the young girl, its mistress, the life and
light of the picture. Atelia had been Halvor's
only sweetheart. No girl had ever seriously
"bothered" him until she came into his life. Then
there was something different. Their mutual
liking for out-door sport had led them on to the
fjords and into the hills. They had matched
their skill more than once before that final big
race of last summer, in small sailing skiffs upon
Thorvand. At the oars, Atelia was just as
skillful as he, and her strong, firm muscles held
their own very well against his bigger and
stronger ones. In winter, these two had glided
together over the ice, and had made many a
flying leap on ''Ski" over and into snow-drifts ! . .
Halvor drew back from the window of his
hotel. He didn't care to see any more of the
crowd ; but the room was close, and he could not
stand the oppressive heat, so he donned his coat
and hat and went out. The snow had ceased,
and it seemed as if the storm might break. He
would get out for a walk by himself away from
the people, but to do so he would have to traverse
Karl Johan for a block or two. Just as he
reached a point opposite to the art store where
he remembered having seen the photograph of
Atelia as the central figure of "Norden," he
stopped and crossed the street. The picture
which Atelia herself had seen was still there,
and Halvor stood looking at it, his thirsting soul
drinking in its beauty. Was she not in fact
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looking for him from under that shading hand?
Was there not a m.ute pleading for him in those
rosy child-lips? Never before had that sweet
face mirrored itself so distinctly in his heart;
and yet for these many days he had been
satisfied to remain away from her — no, not satis-
fied, he could not, would not try to deceive him-
self longer. He would go to her, ask her for-
giveness, promise anything, not vex her with
questions which she could not answer, but be
content to be with her and know that she
''Atelia," he breathed softly as he looked at
her picture through the window.
Halvor turned, walked hurriedly up the street
to the Palace Park. The trees were laden with
snow. The sentry v/as pacing back and forth,
going through the form of protecting the royal
precincts. Halvor stopped. He did not now care
for a walk in the country. Something ''pulled"
him back ; and as he gave way to this something,
and retraced his steps, he wondered what it
meant. Where should he go?
"To Osterhaus 27."
Halvor turned. How foolish; no one spoke!
but the "pull" was toward Osterhaus 27, — the
Mormon headquarters. Well, he might as well
go there as anyvrhere else.
Halvor would take another look at the picture ;
but just as that thought came to him, he saw
the Mormon President hurriedly cross the street.
158 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
look for a moment at the picture in the art
store, then walk towards him. He carried a
basket as if he had been shopping, and was
taking his goods home. The President would
not have seen Halvor had not the young man
stopped and greeted him with a good morning.
**Well, well, said the President — ''yes, I know
you, and I am glad to see you. Rather bad
morning for walking, isn't it?"
"Are you going home? if so, I'll walk along
with you," said Halvor.
''Yes, but by a round-about way. If you
don't mind walking a bit, I shall be glad to
have your company. You don't mind the basket?"
"Why should I? I'm not carrying it. Is it
"Oh, no; but it isn't quite the correct form,
you know, for a man to be carrying a basket
of bread on Karl Johan; but I have to cross
the street to get to my destination."
"But you do not have to stop and look at
the pictures of pretty girls in the windows."
"Well, now, did you see me do that?" The
President looked at Halvor and laughed guiltily.
"Oh, I don't blame you. I've just had a long
look at it myself. It's worth looking at."
The President agreed. Then he explained, as
they were walking along, that he was calling
on a poor family to give them some bread and
butter. "When these people come to us with a
tale of woe, and want to borrow money, I in-
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quire into their condition, and if I find that they
really need something to eat, I take bread and
butter to them instead of giving them money.
I think I can spend money to a better advantage
than they, and I tell them they can live on such
good bread and butter as we have here for a
long time; and besides, which is more important
— though I can't make them understand — they
can keep out of debt."
Halvor thought the President's plan a wise
one. They soon reached a poor section of the
city, and the President left Halvor for a moment
while he climbed to the top story of a building to
deliver his provisions. He returned in a very
short time, and said:
"I'm through for this morning. Now, will
you walk home with me? I think you want to
talk to me about that beautiful picture in the
window; and I shall be pleased to Hsten."
That discerning President! However, nothing
pertinent was said until the President had led
Halvor into the office in Osterhaus 27, had given
him a chair by the table, had replenished the
stove, and then had drawn his own chair opposite
the young man. Some weeks before, Atelia had
been seated exactly as Halvor was now.
"Now," began the President somewhat
abruptly, "how is that young lady friend of
"To tell you the truth, I do not know. I — I
thought you might tell me something about her."
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"No ; I have heard very little ; only a few days
ago she sent to this office for a bundle of tracts.
She was going out as a missionary, she said, and
would need them."
"As a missionary!"
"Oh, that was some of her good humor. She,
I understood from her short letter, was going
to visit her mother's people up the coast; and
the tracts were for them, no doubt."
"Has she gone yet, do you think?"
"That I do not know. You should know."
"Yes; I should. I'll confess my sins to you.
President, that I have foolishly neglected Atelia."
"A better girl never lived, Hr. Steen; and as
for her loveliness — well, what more do you want."
"What more indeed ! . . . . I don't understand
Atelia. She is quite a puzzle to me. I — I wonder
if you might help me in this. Somehow, I
feel as though you could. In fact, I was on the
way to see you when we met on Karl Johan ....
Well, I might as well tell you that Atelia and
I have spoken our love to each other, but some-
how she has gone out of my reach, there seems
to be a barrier between us; and yet I cannot
define it, I can't tell what it is."
"It isn't her fault — that is, she hasn't been
indifferent, or anything like that?"
"Oh, no; quite the contrary." He knew he
could say that much truthfully.
"Then, as there are but two factors in this
problem of yours, and Atelia being one of them
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and not to blame, where does the fault lie?'*
Halvor seemed unable to answer this satis-
factorily. He was not sure that he was to blame
**Let me tell you a little story," continued the
President. **Once upon a time a young man
and a young woman were in love with each
other. Thev told each other of their love, and
were very happy. One day the woman discovered
the entrance to a very beautiful park, which park
was itself only the beginning of a celestial world,
full of hfe and light and beauty. She learned
that the tree of life was in this new land which
she had discovered, the fruit of which w^ould
make her wise unto salvation and give her life
eternal along with all of God's redeemed, among
whom she counted her father and mother and
many other dear ones. It took a httle courage
for any one to enter this gate to this land, for
the gate was not in form and appearance just
what the world called the proper thing. In fact,
there was a reproach attached to those who
entered. Yet this woman did enter, and when
she had seen the beauty within, she beckoned
her lover to come also; but he refused. 'Come,
just examine into this matter closely,' she said,
and you will discover that what appears bad is
not bad at all; but he still refused; he would
not even investigate, — but there, I'm a poor story
teller, and I've got to the end of my resources."
Halvor Steen understood well enough the in-
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terpretation of the President's story. The Mor-
mon Church was this beautiful land. He resented
in his feelings this preachment, but he could
not on the moment frame a reply.
**Now, never mind the story," said the Presi-
dent; "it, no doubt, is a poor one. Let me talk
to you in plain words. Shall I?"
**Yes; I wish you would."
"You said just now that there seemed to be
some indefinable gulf between you and Atelia.
Very likely there is. Have you ever thought
what a wonderful creature man is, in that he
may live in places other than where his body is.
For instance, a man with a book may visit with
Livingston in the heart of Africa or may go
with Nansen to the Arctic regions. The mind
is the man, and the mind may live with Napoleon
in his camp or with the lovers in their garden.
In thought, one may live over the past and an-
ticipate the future. In short, man's life is largely
what his thoughts are. Now, friend Halvor,
what have you done to get near to where Atelia
Halvor's conscience did prick him a little at
this. "Very little, I fear," he rephed.
"Atelia is a Latter-day Saint. As such her
ideals are different to the world's. Listen! love
to her has become, by the added light which
she has received, not only a most beautiful, but
a most glorious, powerful, eternal principle. The
love of lovers consumated in the love of husband
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and wife is not narrowed to the few years of
this earth-life; but it extends to the eternal
worlds, going on and on, growing stronger, more
beautiful, more glorious as the ages roll by.
I doubt not, my friend, that in such a world
of love Atelia lives even now, and I ask again,
what have you done to bridge the gulf between
that world and the one in which you live?"
**Do you mean that I also should become a
"I mean that if I loved a woman as you love
Atelia, I would try my very best to get to her —
to get to the world she lives in."
*'That is, I repeat, become a Mormon."
The President looked more keenly at his visitor
than he had so far done during the interview
as he asked:
"What is it to become a Mormon, as you
"Why, I understand one must be baptized by
"I could take you to Aker river and baptize
you fifty times without making a Latter-day
Saint out of you."
"Then perhaps I don't understand."
"Baptism in water is an outward ordinance.
Enrolling one's name in a book is a form. Going
to a church is an action of the mortal body.
Have not I been trying to tell you that the
world Atelia lives in is a spiritual one, and any
one who wishes to get into that world must
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enter the gate in ^spirit and in truth/ Atelia's
beautiful face and form is in Norway somewhere,
either at Heimstad or up the coast. You can
go to her, feel the gentle pressure of her hand,
and look on that fair face, but the only way
you can live where she lives is to enter her
"Why could she not come back to my world?"
**She could; that, of course is possible."
''True love is capable of sacrifice to the
uttermost, is it not?"
"Sometimes what is called true love is very
near-sighted, sometimes very foolish; sometimes
sacrifices are made that are to no purpose. Now,
just suppose Atelia should come to you and say,
'Halvor, I'll give up living in my world. I'll go
with you, because I love you so. I can't live
without you, therefore I'll sacrifice everything
for our love!' What would it profit? What
would she gain if she got you and the whole
world thrown in, if she lost her soul?"
"I can think it possible that one would be
willing to go to hell for eternity for just the
privilege of loving for a short time."
"That's a story-book notion. It's foundation
rests on falsehood and deception. True, men
risk their hopes of salvation to satisfy some de-
praved passion or appetite; but don't say love
will do that. Love is of God ; love will prompt
no one to do that which will be for one's eternal
loss." The President was conscious of repeating
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to this man somewhat the same as he had told the
woman, sitting some time ago in the same place.
Perhaps both of them needed the same teaching.
"Yes;" agreed Halvor, 'Til admit that the
heaven for a minute, hell for eternity idea never
has appealed to me; but tell me why should not
a marriage based on true love extend to
"It should; and it will if done by the proper
authority and in the right way. Let me read
to you a little from a book containing the reve-
lations of the Lord to us through the Prophet
Joseph Smith." The President went to his desk
for the book, opened it and read:
- * "Everything that is in the world, whether it
be ordained of men, by thrones, or principalities,
or powers, or things of name, whatsoever they
may be, that are not by me, or by my word,
saith the Lord, shall be thrown down, and shall
not remain after men are dead, neither in nor
after the resurrection, saith the Lord your God ;'
" Tor whatsoever things remain, are by me ;
and whatsoever are not by me, shall be shaken
" 'Therefore, if a man marry him a wife in
the world, and he marry her not by me, nor by
my word; and he covenant with her so long
as he is in the world, and she with him, their
covenant and marriage are not of force when
they are dead, and when they are out of the
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world; therefore they are not bound by any law
when they are out of the world;'
" 'Therefore, when they are out of the world,
they neither marry, nor are given in marriage;
but they are appointed angels in heaven, which
angels are ministering servants, to minister to
those who are worthy of a far more, and an
exceeding, and an eternal weight of glory;'
" Tor these angels did not abide my law, there-
fore, they cannot be enlarged, but remain separ-
ately and singly, without exaltation, in their
saved condition, to all eternity, and from hence-
forth are not Gods, but are angels of God, for
ever and ever/ "
'This is the law as we are taught it," said
Halvor sat in deep thought; nor did he speak
until the President got up, went to the stove
to adjust the drafts, and then resumed his seat.
''Do I understand," asked Halvor, "that the
highest place in heaven is reserved for those
who are married — married, of course, in a way
that would preserve that state in the next
*'I know not how deeply the doctrine of an
unsexed heaven has become grounded in. your
religious belief," replied the President; "but let
me tell you that sex is not limited to earth-life:
it is eternal, endless, and an attribute of God.
We, as God's children, inherit it from Him. 'Let
us make man in our own image,' said the Creator.
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*So God created man in his own image, in the
image of God created he him; male and female
created he them/ Where there is a father, there
must be a mother and children; where there is
a husband, there must be a wife — but let me
read a little further from the revelation :
" 'And again, verily I say unto you, if a man
marry a wife by my word, which is my law,
and by the new and everlasting covenant, and
it is sealed unto them by the Holy Spirit of
promise, by him who is annointed, unto whom
I have appointed this power, and the keys
of this Priesthood ; and it shall be said unto them,
ye shall come forth in the first resurrection;
and if it be after the first resurrection, in the
next resurrection; and shall inherit thrones,
kingdoms, principalities, and powers, dominions,
all heights and depths — then shall it be written
an the Lamb's Book of Life that he shall commit
no murder whereby to shed innocent blood, and
if he abide in my covenant .... it shall be done
unto them in all things whatsoever my servant
hath put upon them, in time, and through all
eternity, and shall be of full force when they
are out of the world; and they shall pass by
the angels, and the Gods, which are set there,
to their exaltation and their glory in all things,
as hath been sealed upon their heads, which
glory shall be a fullness and a continuation of
the seeds for ever and ever.'
" 'Then shall they be Gods, because they have
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no end; therefore shall they be from everlasting
to everlasting, because they continue; then shall
they be above all, because all things are subject
to them. Then shall they be Gods, because they
have all power, and the angels are subject unto
them/" * * ♦ ♦ ♦
"And all this is what Atelia reads and be-
lieves?" asked Halvor.
"This is the world she lives in."
"I can't grasp all this, of course; for it comes
as a mighty wave which I cannot stem, even
though I would, — a wave which seems to swamp
my puny ideas, yet is not destructive, but lifts
me up into a wonderful exultation. Though I
cannot grasp every detail of what you have been
reading, it 'tastes good,' and that is a testimony
of its truth, to use an expression of Atelia's.
I thank you, President, for the time you have
spent with me." He arose to go.
"You have an appointment, I suppose?"
"Yes; but I'm coming again — soon — and every
time I get a chance. Meanwhile, have you some
books for me to read?"
"I have — and I am glad to see you are going
to prepare yourself, like a true knight, to follow
your lady-love whither she leads, at least, to
spy out the land and watch for any dangers.
She must be lonesome, waiting for you, yes, and
suffering the pangs of doubt and anxiety whether
or not you will ever come. Remember, as she
remembers, that 'the man is not without the
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woman, neither the woman without the man, in
the Lord/ "
"Suppose I never see the way, — suppose — "
*'Ah, but you will, Halvor; pray God that He
will show you the way. I have faith in you
that you will win, and that Atelia, that brave
daughter of the north will also win. Goodby
now, and God bless you — come again."
They walked down the stairs together, and
again said farewell on the sidewalk where they
THINGS TO BE PRESERVED AND THINGS
TO BE DESTROYED.
NE of the compensations of so-called bad
weather is that one may with more
content stay at home and do some of
the many things which are neglected
because of out-door activities. Thus it was with
Heimstad and Atelia that day. For weeks after
her return from her visit to Strand, there had
been glorious fall weather, and she had spent
much of her time out of doors : she felt as though
she must move in the open; there was more
escape for pent-up feeling in forest, on hill,
But today the rain was accompanied with a
cold wind. The fire in the big dining room
felt good. Atelia, after luncheon, seeing that
there was no prospects of fair weather that day,
had gone up to her room, and had carried down
a large box full to overflowing of her ^'things."
What these "things" consisted of would take a
good-sized list to tell; but as every daughter,
north or south, knows what they are, there is
no need of going into particulars here.
Atelia, seated on the floor by the box, first
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sorted its contents into things to be preserved
and things to be destroyed. As this process
always requires careful discrimination, she was
a long time in emptying the box. When she
came to her letters, which she left to the last,
she made slow progress, for she would have to
read a good many of them before she could
decide on which pile to place them. Halvor's
letters were tied in a bundle by themselves. She
reserved them to the very last. It was not a
large bundle, for Halvor had never been lavish
or lengthy in his letter-writing. The briefest
of them all was the last, a very fitting tapering
off, it occurred to Atelia. Goodby is a short
word, — but oh, the long time afterward!
Atelia took her bundle to the window to the
better light. She opened and read a number of
the letters. Which pile should these go into?
Was it worth while to preserve these reminders
of the past? If kept, would they not open anew
wounds which time would heal? She had best
throw them in the fire, the whole bundle, just
as they are, without further examination; but
as she was saying this in her heart, her fingers
were tying them up carefully again. They lay
on her lap, as she looked out of the window to
the rain-washed country without.
Olga came to the door and spoke; but Atelia
apparently did not hear. The girl repeated.
''What is it, Olga?" asked Atelia, going back
to the confusion on the floor.
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"Elder Larsen is here with some people, and
he wishes to see you."
"Oh, tell him I'll be out immediately." She
hurriedly replaced the contents of her box, pay-
ing little regard to things to be destroyed and
things to be preserved, then shoved the box
into a comer. She found Elder Larsen in the
kitchen, and greeted him warmly.
"You are wet," she exclaimed. "Have you
been out in this storm?"
"Only a little while." He turned to the man
and the woman who were with him. "These,"
said he to Atelia, "are Brother and Sister Bonden.
They are wet, and will you kindly let them
change their clothing for the dry ones in their
"Why, of course; and I am very glad to know
you," she said as she shook them by the hand,
and sent them out with Olga. "But, Elder Lar-
sen, what does this mean?"
The missionary was far from miserable over
his wetting; in fact he seemed to be happy,
chuckling merrily as he explained.
"You see," he said, "Brother and Sister Bon-
den are two converts from Telemarken. I have
been touring that part again. When I got ready
to leave these people, they said they were going
with me. They were going to Skien, anyway,
they claimed. So we took boat together. You
can't imagine how I felt, Atelia." — His voice
lowered and became very gentle as he went on.
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— "I was reminded how the people could not
be made to go their own way again when they
had heard the Master's voice, but would follow
Him like children. These two honest souls have
the same spirit, and this incident has filled my
"But how came they to be so wet?"
"ril explain. I did not know Sister Nordo
was living here with you, so we went up to
her house. Finding it deserted and closed, the
only thing I could do was to come here. We
walked over the hill, and got a good soaking,
of course. As you know, the road dips down to
Thorvand, and when we got to that place. Brother
Bonden stopped. *See, here is water,' said he;
*what doeth hinder me to be baptized?' *And I
too,' said the woman. All the time these two
people had the thought of being baptized in
mind, and had prepared their bundles of clothing
for the purpose, but had said nothing about it
until now. They were both already as wet as
they well could be, and I told them if that was
what they desired, I would baptize them in
Thorvand. And I did."
'In the clothes they walked in?"
'Yes ; those in their bundles were not so good,
but they are much dryer, and that will explain
their somewhat odd apparel when they reappear."
The chuckle had come back to Elder Larsen's
tone, and Atelia also smiled at the oddity of
the affair. Then she became busy. She found
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some clothing of her father's for Elder Larsen,
and sent Olga to Sister Bonden with other needed
things. Sister Nordo took a motherly hand with
the woman, and in a short time they all gathered
in the big dining room and were getting better
That evening after the visitors had been
warmed and well fed, a little confirmation
meeting was held. The peaceful Spirit of the
Lord was poured out in abundance on them as
these "two or three" were gathered together in
the name of the Lord.
"I have recently been reading," said Elder
Larsen, "a little of Norse mythology, and as I
always try to interpret everything by the light
of the gospel, I find some wonderful suggestions
in the tales and sages of our old mother-land.
There seems to be some foundation of truth in
the gods and godesses of our forefathers."
"I think there is," said Brother Bonden. "The
fundamental element in their mythology was a
religious one. They were trying to find the
'unknown God' in nature around them. Some
writers on Norse mythology have pointed out
the probability of this mythology having its
origin in the true religion which was revealed
to man in the earliest period of human history.
As one writer puts it: The Edda has descended
to us through the ages, growing, like all tradition,
continually darker, and accumulating lower mat-
ter and more divergent and more pagan doctrines
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as the walls of old castles become covered with
old mosses and lichens, till it finally assumed
the form in which it was collected from the
mouths of the people and put in a permanent
written form/ What do you think of that,
"That is probable. We know that the gospel
was revealed, to Adam and others in the be-
ginning of the race. Why should not some of
its truths have filtered down through the ages ?"
"And one of the fundamental truths is that
there are Gods ruling and reigning in the uni-
verse in whose image and likeness we mortals
have been made."
"We have scripture for that," added Atelia.
"Paul tells us we are the offspring of God,"
said Elder Larsen.
"Therefore," Brother Bonden concluded, "we
are destined to become hke Him. This truth
has been, as it were, in the background of my
thoughts for a long time, but I could not express
it intelligently until Elder Larsen came along
with the 'Key of Knowledge* which opened the
It was at this point in the little meeting that
Atelia said to the maid, who was sitting with
them around the table:
"Olga, something seems to be burning in the
kitchen. Go and see."
Olga arose, went the length of the hall to the
back kitchen. Because of the cold, all the doors
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were closed. When she opened the kitchen door,
the draft must have fanned into a blaze the
smouldering fire in the woodwork of the floor,
for the girl drew back with a shriek which
rang through the house and startled the inmates
sitting quietly in the dining room. The flames
seemed to reach after the girl as she ran back.
"What is it, Olga?"
"Fire! fire; the house is on fire!" screamed
All rushed into the hall-way. From the rear
kitchen doorway came billows of smoke, followed
by tongues of flame. The women stood for a
moment terrorized. The two men asked each
other what best to do.
"Atelia," said Elder Larsen, "where is there
"Only in the well — here, I'll show you."
She was about to rush down the hall through
the smoke, when Elder Larsen seized her arm.
"No; you can't get out that way. We must go
around by the front."
Out of the front door they ran, the others
following. The well was at the rear, and some
distance away, and a bucket was all that could
be used. By the time the two men had drawn
water enough to fill two pails which the women
had brought, the flames were pouring out of
the kitchen windows. The water was thrown in
through the broken glass, but all could see that
it made no perceptable effect on the fire.
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**Have you no water-pipes?" Elder Larsen
''They got out of order three months ago, and
we haven't used them since."
"I'm afraid," he said, then went to work again.
All hands worked heroically. The rain had nearly
ceased, but there was a strong wind which was
driving the fire rapidly from the kitchen into the
hall and other rooms.
"It's no use trying to put it out now," said
Brother Bonden. "We had better see if we can
save something." As they paused a moment to
look at the burning house. Elder Larsen agreed
with him. The old home was doomed. The
flames licked the hundred-years old timbers as
if greedy to devour their solid substance. The
kitchen ceiling fell in with a crash and the flames
roared up into Olga's bed room above.
The little awe-stricken party ran around to the
front of the house.
"Is there a ladder?" asked Elder Larsen.
"Yes," replied Helga as she ran to the "stabur"
to fetch it.
Meanwhile, the two men entered the front
rooms which were fast filling with smoke, but
they managed to get some pictures from the
walls and some of the lighter pieces of furniture,
and hand them out to the women. Among the
things saved was Atelia's cup which she had won
at the regatta. They tried the piano, but found
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it too heavy to get out in the limited time
"Is there anything special?" shouted Elder
Larsen to Atelia.
"I don't know, Oh, I don't know." Atelia was
trying hard to control herself. "Can you get
up stairs — my clothes — "
"Here's the ladder," said Helga, as she placed
it against the portico.
Brother Bonden sprang up to the porch roof,
from which position he entered Atelia's bed room.
Elder Larsen followed and received the things
as they were handed to him. Bed clothes were
tumbled out on to the ground, but Ateha's per-
sonal belongings were let down more gently. In
this way a good many things were rescued be-
fore the smoke became so thick that they could
do no more. Then all that could be done was to
carry the articles they had secured to a safe
distance, and stand helplessly and see Heimstad
House burn to the ground.
Atelia Heldman, brave and fearless as she
was in many ways, stood with blanched face
and looked at the awful sight. Then she sank
with a moan on to the pile of bedding. Sister
Nordo tried to comfort her, not with useless
words, but with supporting arm and caressing
touch. There were no near neighbors, but those
at a distance who had seen the light in the
darkness, now began to arrive. They could do
nothing but take their places by the little group
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and stand in silent awe to see the huge tongues
of red flame leap out of the windows and doors
and ravenously eat into the wooden walls, until
they became too weak to support the red tiles
of the roof, when they came down with a crash.
A great cloud of smoke and blazing spUnters of
wood arose into the air when the roof fell in.
Atelia hid her face in Sister Nordo's arms when
she saw what was about to happen.
It was well towards midnight before the fire
had done its work completely. There were no
other buildings near enough to the burning house
to be in danger. The capacious bams and hay
sheds, once full, were at this time very little in
use. They were however, clean and dry, and to
these buildings the homeless people moved what
they had saved. They made beds on the hay
and the women were prevailed upon to lie down
and rest. The men kept watch for some time,
then towards morning, they also slept for a
Atelia lay quietly with eyes closed; but she
could not sleep. Her heart was full to bursting,
and racing through her brain were wild thoughts
which seemed beyond her control. Prayer after
prayer she sent up to her Father in Heaven, but
it was a long time before the peace of heart
and rest of mind which came in answer to her
prayers could have their way with her. At last
these heavenly forces conquered, and just as she
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was dropping off to sleep, she seemed to hear
a still, small voice whisper to her: "Some things
are to be preserv-ed, and some things are to be
destroyed." "Yes, yes," she responded in her
heart, — "there were Halvor's letters — some of
them I wanted to keep — but now they are all
gone — among the things to be destroyed." Then
she fell asleep.
UP THE COAST.
WEEK after Atelia Heldman had wit-
nessed the destruction of Heimstad, she
was on board one of the steamers which
regularly threads its w^ay along Norway's
rugged coast. The long-promised visit to her
mother's people was now to be fulfilled.
It was afternoon on board. There was a
brisk breeze, and the air was cold with the
feeling of coming winter. Well protected by
wraps, Atelia sat in a sheltered place on deck.
Atelia was alone on this trip — very fitting it
occurred to her that afternoon, for was she not
now alone on her journey of life? Sister Nordo
and Helga had gone back to their humbler
quarters, taking with them what had been saved
from the fire, and Olga had to go back to her
own people in the uplands of Telemarken. Elder
Larsen, and Brother and Sister Bonden had re-
mained for a few days to help, then the former
left to go on with his labors, and the two latter
to go back home. Heimstad had been insured
against fire, and Uncle Sande kindly helped her
to see that the settlement was properly under
way. So there was now nothing to hold her
in the old environment but memories, and from
these she wished to escape. Up to the time of
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her departure, not a word had been received from
The Norwegian west coast is a wonder ! To get
a correct idea of it as a whole, a detailed map
must be studied, on which is shown every prom-
ontory, island, and fjord. It seems impossible to
have a more rugged mixture of land and water.
A personal inspection, such as was had by
Atelia that afternoon, will bring out the peculiar
grandeur of the scenery.
The distant mountains on the mainland were
already covered with snow. The nearer strip
of coast land was gray, bare and bleak. The
small patches, once green, were now brown,
adding their dullness to the gray rock and yellow
sand. Fog banks hung over some of the outer
islands and projecting headlands. Now the boat
went bounding over a rough open sheet of water.
The mainland coast receded, only to loom up
again right ahead. Then the steamer wound in
and out of the interminable maze of islands,
through passages sometimes so narrow that a
stone might be thrown to either side. The boat
passed close under a crag, disturbing great
flocks of sea birds, whose cries made a deafening
noise. In these cliff-locked passages, the water
mirrored the rocks and sky until its smooth
surface was broken by the steamer.
When the steamer dropped its anchor opposite
a red-roofed town situated at the mouth of a
fjord, small boats came darting out, their brawny
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occupants vieing with each other for passengers.
Big flat-boats lay alongside, and the steamer's
hoisting machinery, with much rattling, lifted
bales and barrels of fish and deposited them in
the hold. A few passengers came and went.
Then the anchor was raised, and the steamer
headed for an opening in the coast. Here and
there groups of fisher huts clung to the rocks.
Boats and nets and fish refuse lined the shore.
Small strips of brown stubble showed where a
few bundles of barley were harvested and a small
boat-load of hay was cut. At every small station
along this crooked water-way, a boat-man came
out with a bag of mail, which he exchanged for
another. Perchance a passenger got on or off.
Usually a few packages of express were received.
Thus on and on in and out went the boat until
darkness closed down on sea and land, — and yet
the boat sped on.
Atelia hked to see it all, she liked to study
the people. She knew they were not many, these
descendants of the Northmen, scattered as they
are along the barren rocks of the coast, but
they are strong in many good things. Honesty
and integrity are deep-rooted in them. Plodding
and slow they may be, but they wrest an honest
living from the sublime barrenness. "If only
they could see the gospel light," said Atelia to
herself. "Why can they not see it? There are
thousands of good, honest souls scattered among
these islands and fjords. Would that I were a
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man, — and a missionary. Then I might do some-
She was up early next morning, ready to leave
the boat. The larger coast vessels cannot possibly
wind in and out to all stations, so the small local
routes around islands and up fjords are served
by small steamers from some station on the
main line. Atelia had to transfer that morning
to one of these small boats. The town where
she got off had good wharf facilities, so the
boat could lay up to the pier. With her trunk
and hand baggage by her, she watched the larger
boat proceed on its way, and the smaller boat
lay up to the landing. She read the name
"Viking" on the prow. The captain from the
wheel on the steering deck looked at her as if
he knew her. When she was comfortably seated
amidships, and the little steamer was well under
way, the captain gave the wheel in charge of
another, and stepped down with cap in hand to
"I beg your pardon," said he; "but are you
not Froken Heldman?"
"Yes," she answered as she looked up to him.
"I thought so. You would not, of course, re-
member me. I was one of the defeated ones of
the Regatta last summer. I was the skipper
of the 'Virga.'
Atelia arose and extended her hand in greeting.
"I am glad to meet you," she said. "And I hope
I am forgiven."
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"Entirely. I did not take my defeat so badly
as Halvor Steen. I hope he also has forgiven you."
"I hope so — and so you are the captain of the
''Oh, yes; one must make a living, you know.
I nose about these islands for my bread and
butter; for fun, once in a while, I sail in a race."
'The 'Viking' in you must be satisfied now
"Exactly, Froken Heldman — but will you not
come up to the wheel. I shall have to release
my man. You see, our little craft carries but
Atelia gladly mounted the steps and took the
chair Captain Moen placed for her near where
he stood. The morning was beautiful, with clear
sky and smooth water. The steamer pointed
straight toward a rocky cliff, but when within
a few rods, the wheel spun around, and the boat
glided in a graceful curve into an opening.
"This is really most enjoyable," said Atelia.
"This coast line is wonderful."
"Yes; but one gets tired of being hemmed in
like this. It's always a relief to get out in the
open. Some day when I become the captain of
a trans-Atlantic liner — " He ended his sentence
with a merry laugh.
"And why not?"
He did not answer that; but he looked at the
book she held in her hand. "Is it interesting?"
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"Yes; very," she held it out to him.
"English — and the Bible. That's a strange
combination for a Norwegian girl. Are you
studying to be a missionary to the wilds of
"Why shouldn't I read the Bible in English.
I want to learn the language and I find the
scriptures the easiest reading."
"Let me hear you read."
"I'm a poor scholar."
But he urged, and she opened the book : " *He
that loveth father or mother more than me is
not worthy of me: and he that loveth son or
daughter more than me is not worthy of me!
" 'And he that taketh not his cross, and fol-
loweth after me, is not worthy of me.'
"'He that findeth his life shall lose it: and
he that loseth his life for my sake shall find it.'
What does it mean?" she asked, when she saw
that he understood her reading.
They were steaming straight across a wide
body of water, into which the sea-waves rolled.
"I am no theologian," answered the captain
with eye straight ahead, "but I suppose that in
the days of the Savior such sacrifices were
necessary. A Christian had to be one thing or
"Why isn't that necessary now? Why is it now
so easy to get to heaven? Has the road been
changed? Has the straight and narrow way
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been changed and abandoned for the easy,
Captain Moen looked for a moment from the
distance to the face of the young woman beside
him, and he saw something there that puzzled
him. Atelia in her fervor of speech was fearful
that she might have betrayed the thought behind
her words, so she closed her book, placed it
on the deck, and leaned over the railing.
"Where is Skarpen?" she asked.
"Just around that headland you see to the
right. We're about half way."
"Does the sea ever get rough here?"
"Do you see that opening to the left? Well,
when a good storm comes from the Atlantic
through that opening, we may look out. Right
ahead you see a big rock standing sheer out
of the water. That's Sten island. Between it
and the mainland the current is dangerous in bad
weather, so we have to go out around. Then
we get shaken up a bit."
"But the weather is fine today."
"Oh, yes; don't worry about that. We'll cut
right through to Skarpen very nicely today."
In a few minutes the whistle sounded, and as
they rounded the inner point of Sten island, they
could see Skarpen in the distance. Atelia had been
there when a child, and the memory of that time
came to her now, and how the boat that came
to take her and her mother off had rocked.
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Another ten minutes and they slowed up. The
anchor dropped, and they were at rest.
"I am very pleased to have met you, Captain
Moen. As you pass this way frequently, I shall
no doubt see you again," said Atelia. i
The captain also expressed his pleasure at the
meeting. He stepped down with her, and as-
sisted her with her baggage. 'There are your
Uncle and two cousins. I believe they have given
their boat a new coat of paint for the occasion.
And well they might," he added, ''when they
are to have the honor of rowing to land the
best sailor in Norway."
From the door in the iron sides of the steamer,
Atelia stepped lightly into her uncle's boat.
Her trunk was lifted in, and then they shoved
off. She waved her farewell to Captain Moen
on the bridge, and he lifted his cap in return.
Then she devoted her time to her uncle and the
two sturdy fisherman cousins who were pulling
at the oars. She enquired about her aunt Maren,
the girls, the fishing, and such other things that
were of local interest to them.
Quite a little company greeted her on the
beach and led her to the house.
A VISIT TO SAGA-LAND.
KARPEN was a fishing village, built on
the rocks at the base of a cliff. Every
inhabitant was engaged either in
catching, or curing, or storing, or selling
fish. The men, as a rule, worked on the water;
the women on land. Fish was both the support
and burden of their lives. Fish and fish refuse
greeted the eye everywhere; the smell of fish
was in the air, outside as well as in the kitchen.
Atelia entered with keen enjoyment into this
new life. Her people had undoubtedly expected
to find a 'Tine Lady" who would be hard to
please with their rough surroundings and fare;
but Atelia's fineness was altogether of a dif-
ferent kind than that which shows only on the
surface. Her best gowns Vv'ere carefully put away
in cousin Oletta's big trunk, and she dressed in
the plainer clothes which harmonized more with
her surroundings. She did not play the part
of an idle visitor, but helped in the kitchen,
with the sewing and mending, and was not
averse to rolling up her sleeves and joining her
neighbors in disposing of an unusual catch of
A period of fine weather seemed to have come
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to the coast; and this led Atelia to ask her
uncle if it would not be a wise thing for her
to make her visit to another of her relatives
who lived up in what was sometimes called an
"eagle-nest farm," located on top of the great
highland through which the fjord cut a deep
chasm. He agreed with her. Could Oletta come
with her, she asked. He hesitated at this, but
could hardly refuse.
"We'll both work harder when we come back
to make up for lost time," she said. "Will we
Oletta beamed with delight at the prospect
of such a trip. She promised any number of
good deeds in return.
So it was decided and a note was sent to Uncle
Lars, announcing their coming. Two days later,
when the "Viking" dropped anchor near Skarpen,
the two girls were ready to go on board. Captain
Moen greeted them warmly, and again Atelia
with her companion was invited up to the
steering box, "better to see the sights," as
he put it.
The trip would take them zig-zagging through
one of the fjords which extends far into the
country. Atelia had never seen Hardanger or
Sogn fjords, but she was told that this one
would present to her all the grandeur of these
"Captain Moen," asked Atelia, "is the weather
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bad enough to warrant our going out around
"This is the finest weather we've had for a
long time. Do you want to go around?"
"I would like to."
*'You want to get a taste of the sea, — the
real big sea. Now, isn't that the truth?"
"You want to get away from this land-locked
stillness to the sea that is alive; you want to
feel that life in its rise and fall; you want to
be able to look out into space where sea and
sky meet — and so do I;" and with that, Captain
Moen gave a swift turn to the wheel. The boat
altered its course, its prow pointing directly out
for the open sea. Atelia looked curiously at
him. "We're going around the outer point of
Sten island," he explained.
"Oh, I wasn't in real earnest," she said, "I — "
"But I am. I'm glad you mentioned it. I've
wanted something all day, but I couldn't tell
what. This is it. This is fine." He sniffed the
breeze which the boat had already encountered
in its altered course.
When they arrived abreast of the outermost
point of Sten island, the view forward was one
stretch of unbroken water. The ocean rose and
fell in long gentle sweeps, lifting carefully the
little steamer, then letting it as carefully down
in the troughs.
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"If we kept straight on in this way, where
would we land?" asked Atelia.
"Iceland, or perhaps Greenland."
"That's too far north."
"I suppose you wouldn't mind if it were some
"Not at all. I'm going to America, anyway."
'Is that so? When?"
"Oh, not right away," she laughed.
"Well, we're all going some day."
As the steamer rounded the point and changed
its course back to the fjord. Captain Moen ex-
plained to the girls the nature of the treacherous
currents. The high precipitous cliffs of Sten
island with the mass of huge boulders at its
base would be a bad place for a boat to strikfe
in a storm ; but as the weather was fine that
day. Captain Moen steered close so that his
passengers might get a good look.
But the captain of the "Viking" could not
devote all his time to his fair companions. When .t
they had fairly entered the fjord, they steamed
from one side to another, touching at the land-
ings and transacting what business was required.
The fjord soon narrowed until it seemed the
perpendicular walls would meet. Up in the dizzy
height, a narrow slit of sun-bathed blue cast a
wierd light into the deep shadow through which
the boat was slowly throbbing. The silence was
so intense that it became painful. Not even a
sea-bird's cry echoed between the cliffs. Here,
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the water under them was as deep as the moun-
tain walls above them were high. The two girls
sat in awed silence on the deck. Here, thought
Atelia, is the real saga-land of Norway. No
wonder the people in the dim past, living all their
lives in such surroundings vv'ould people their
world with Thor and Baldur and Freya.
Presently, the walls of rock receded, and the
vratery floor expanded. The mountains were
more broken, and there were patches of soil close
by the water, half way up the hills, and even
on the very top, where there could be seen
clusters of houses. Openings at either side of
the big main gorge indicated that branches ex-
tended into the hills. The steamer sometimes
swung into these for a short distance to a hamlet
by the water, then turned back into the main
water-way. Across a wide arm it plowed and
soon it came again into the shadow. Waterfalls
leaped from mountain cliff, or spilled down the
rugged sides. Away in the dim distance they
appeared like puffs of moving blue and white.
The walls closed in again, higher than ever. The
two girls went up to the captain. In the solemn
gloom of saga-land, they seemed to seek for
"How high are these walls?" asked Ateha.
"From three to five thousand feet; and if the
fjord were drained and we stood at the bottom,
we would have a wall of rock towering above
us twice that distance."
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"Good gracious!" exclaimed Oletta.
"Do you see that little gray dot against the
dark green mountains?" asked the captain. "Look
away up on the distant mountain to your right
— do you see it — just above that waterfall?"
"Yes ; I see," said Atelia.
"Well, that's an eagle-nest farm."
"What! where we are going? How in the
world shall we ever get there?"
"You are good climbers, aren't you?"
"But that seems a hundred miles away, and
up on the very top of the world."
"Yes; but we shall see presently."
After a half hour's sailing in and out of broken
waterways, the whistle blew a long blast, and
then a short extra one, which indicated special
passengers, the captain said. Presently, they
glided into a cove, and the steamer lay carefully
up to a shelving rock and fastened. Not a house
of any kind was in sight. The captain instructed
one of his men to take the ladies' baggage off.
Just as they were about to remonstrate, a shout
came from away up on the mountain.
"They're coming," said the captain.
"Don't be frightened. Although, without doubt,
this was one of the Vikings' strongholds, they
are long since dead, and I assure you the race
which now inhabits these parts are of the
meekest and most harmless kind. There is your
uncle Lars. I know him. He is a fine fellow.
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I envy your visit to his eagle-nest farm. I've
been there once or twice myself."
Uncle Lars and a strapping son soon arrived.
"Here are your company," announced the
captain. 'Take good care of them, and don't let
them fall over the cliff."
The uncle thanked the captain in a grave,
sober way. He was like the ruggedness about
him, and it seemed improbable that he had ever
laughed aloud; perhaps, when he had been
younger, he had smiled, but that had been so
long ago that the memory of it had been for-
The two men gathered up the girls' belongings,
and bidding them to follow, led the way up a
path which zig-zagged up the mountain. The
lowering afternoon sun had left the chasm of the
fjord, but it still shone above them. In one of
their frequent pauses to rest, which the men
solicitously insisted on, they caught a glimpse
of the "Viking," which appeared like a toy ship
below them. Up, up they chmbed; but the girls
were strong-limbed and vigorous, and were not
far behind the men when they reached the top.
With a good deal of awe they were received
by the women folks, for it was a rare thing for
city ladies to visit such out of the way places.
Some of the younger children had never been
away from their mountain home, while the
travels of the older ones had been limited to
some neighboring farm, perchance across the
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great fjord-chasm, or to the semi-yearly visits
to the church in the valley below.
The farm house was a large, low-built, timber
structure, solid and substantial to withstand the
severe winter. About it were clustered half a
dozen outbuildings for the housing of stock and
fodder. Within the house, in a sort of hall was
a wonderfull collection of oars, fishing tackle,
farm implements, game traps, great fur coats,
rawhide boots, heads and antlers, powder horns
and shot pouches. The living rooms were large,
with timbered sides and smoke-stained ceilings.
Every piece of furniture was home made, — long
low tables, chairs, huge chests, beds built into
and against the wall. Each room had an open
fire-place. Shelves rested on wooden pegs driven
into the log walls.
The evening meal was soon spread, it being
taken for granted that the travelers must be
hungry. And what a spread ! A sort of vegetable
soup, seasoned with bits of dried fish; "flad-
brod" ; and coarse, heavy black-bread ; cheese,
three kinds; cream and milk; preserved wild
strawberries, — all these in wonderous quantities.
White napkins, betraying long contact with
odorous herbs in the chest, were placed near the
As the strangeness to each other wore off,
questions regarding the family were asked and
answered. The upland folk's dialect was odd
to Atelia, but she had no difficulty in under-
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standing them. After the eating, the men and
the visitors sat by the fireplace, in which a fire
had been built. The evenings were getting cold,
explained Uncle Lars.
When bed time came, Atelia and Oletta were
given another big room, where the bed was built
in the recess under the stairs. It was elaborately-
carved and painted in brilliant colors, and fur-
nished with feather tick and feather quilts. As
these good people, in common with their kind,
believed that night air and draughts were very
dangerous to good health, every opening that
would admit any air was carefully and securely
. closed ; and Atelia had difficulty in finding a way
to admit a little air.
* Atelia awoke early next morning. The sun was
not yet up, but there were already signs of work
coming from the kitchen. She got up and dressed
I without awakening her cousin, then slipped out
i into the open. Frost lay on the grass. Above
^ ; the forest of pine, which hemmed in the meadows
^ I and fields, the heights of solid rock stretched
i on and upward until the distant mountain peaks
' were reached, already covered with snow. Not
far from the house a stream, clear and cold,
splashed in the gray morning on to the edge
of the fjord-chasm, where it made a leap and
was dashed into spray on the rocks half way
down. Atelia stood by the edge, which was
protected by a stone wall, and gazed on the
dfiT" I wonder- world about her. Presently the sun
198 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
shone on a distant peak, then on another, until
slowly the whole upper world was bathed in
light; but down in the great rift at her feet
the shadows were pearly gray, the silvery water-
floor of the fjord reflecting but faintly the
coming light above it.
It seemed to Atelia Heldman that morning
that she stood in quite another world, not quite
completed, in the rough, not yet smoothed and
finished for human habitation. She might well
be in the morning of creation, the freshness of
a new-bom world in her nostrils. And then her
spiritual self was also lifted up, until she was
for a moment, carried away by the spirit, and
she saw life from its beginning to its end; yes,
further than the so-called end, for her vision
extended to the eternities. It was then that this
young woman rested her clasped hands on the
stone wall, closed her eyes, and poured out her
gratitude to God. After a time she went back
to the house with new hfe and inspiration for
her daily tasks among her people.
And these people needed the new life that
Atelia could and did bring. Away from the
world, they lived and died in a world by them-
selves. Many of them had never been to school,
but they could read the Bible and the news-
paper which came by the tri-weekly mail. Atelia's
two girl cousins would not have known the use
of puff box or manicure set; but they had
strength and primitive beauty which "ladies of!
A VISIT TO SAGA-LAXD
culture" might well envy. Here where life reveited
back to first principles, thought Atelia, here
should be a field ripe for the gospel.
The long evenings were opportune time for
story telling and talk; and Ateha made wise
use of such occasions. Uncle Lars was a great
Bible reader, so it was not difficult for her to
get him reading passages and commenting on
them. She asked him questions, which if he
failed to answer satisfactorily, she would explain
herself. Carefully, vaihout giving offence, she
would lead the hstening family to see that what
the priest had taught them from childhood did
not always agree with the Bible in which they
trusted so implicitly. The morning after one
of these conversations, her boy cousin had
boasted to a neighbor that ''Ateha knew more
scripture than all the priests in the 'bygd.' " Be
that as it may, Ateha taught them as one who
had received of the hght, and was in duty bound
to transmit that hght to others.
For a week, things vrent on nicely. Slowly,
the warm rays of the gospel penetrated the
former coldness of so-called religion, softly and
tenderly it coaxed the sleeping hfe; then the
heart relaxed into more receptive mood; under
the continuous play of benign rays, there sprang
up a new growth. Perchance, thought Ateha,
the ground is now ready for the vrork of a
missionary. When I get home, I shall report.
One day Ateha found her cousin Marie, who
200 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
spent much of her time in the stable working
with the cows, in sore straits.
"What is the matter?" asked AteHa.
"I hate to tell you, cousin. It's about that
book you let me take."
"What about it?"
"Well, yesterday I was reading it out here,
and I got so interested that I was late with
the milking. Mother came out to see what was
the matter, and in her anger, she jerked the
book out of my hand and threw it into the fire
where the water was warming for the cows."
"Oh, is that all? That's nothing to cry about.
I can get plenty more books like that. Did you
finish the book?"
"Well, some day I'll see that you do. Are you
through milking today? I wish I could help
you; but milking is one thing I can't do." Atelia
seated herself on the fragrant hay, and asked
her cousin to sit by her. "Marie, you do not
talk much. Haven't you some fairy tale to tell
me, I mean a tale that belongs up here to these
mountains and fjords?"
Marie bethought herself a moment. "There
is one," she said, "about Snetoppen."
"Tell it to me."
"The saying about here is that right on the!
tip-top of the snow-clad mountain, there is a
little grass plot no larger than a bed. Well, if
one would climb up there and sleep on that!
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grass on Mid-summer Night, one would dream
of ones future husband."
"Well! Have you ever tried it?"
"Oh, no," she said in some confusion.
"It would be worth the effort, don't you
"I — I suppose so."
"Do you know of any more fairy tales?"
"There is another story which I heard years
ago. I didn't understand it then, but I think
I do now."
"What is it?"
"The story goes that away up on Istindet
somewhere in the forest on the side hill, there
is a man who has done some misdeed, and for
that he was turned to either a trold, a deer, or
a tree. No one knows which. He can be released
only by some other person who shall have im-
plicit faith in him, who shall beheve in him
through good or ill, as firmly as the rocks in
"And what do you understand by the story,
Marie?" asked Atelia after a thoughtful silence.
"I think I understand, but it is hard to explain.
When we love somebody, we ought to be true —
never give up — our love should be as strong and
as firm as the rocks in the mountain."
"And such a love will shield the one loved
from any danger, — will prove a wall of protection
around him — yes, that's it, Marie." And Ateha
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put her arm about her cousin, and looking into
the tell-tale face, saw therein a counterpart of
her own secret. How alike is love in valley or
in mountain, with lady or the lady's maid!
The fine weather was in danger of passing,
said Uncle Lars; so the visitors would better
get back to Skarpen. When winter once set in,
it was difficult to travel. The evening before
they were to climb down the mountair and meet
the "Viking," they had an unusually bright fire
in the big fireplace. The "Eagle-nest" farmer
wanted to give his guests a warm send-off so
that they would come again. Ateha promised
that if she remained in Norway long enough
she would certainly do that. As for Oletta, she
didn't know; Ateha must have the credit for
her coming. Uncle Lars told of hunting ad-
ventures, the girls sang some folk-songs, and
then Ateha announced she would tell a story —
a true story.
The company settled themselves to enjoy it.
A rising wind outside rattled a loose door, which
Uncle Lars got up and secured. Atelia waited
until he was seated again, then she began in a
clear, earnest voice:
"On the 23rd day of December, 1805, a baby
boy was born over in the land of America — "
Atelia told the wonderful story of the boy
Prophet Joseph Smith, his vision of the Father
and the Son, and his receiving the plates from
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which the Book of Mormon was translated. She
told the story well, that evening, and it made
its impression on her listeners. At its close, her
aunt's clicking knitting needles ceased, and she
said in a very matter-of-fact way:
**That is a very pretty story, Atelia; but you
had better tell it to the priest, and find out
whether it is really true or not."
ATELIA SAILS ANOTHER RACE.
[HE return trip to Skarpen was devoid of
special incident. The fisher-folks said
the two girls were wise in getting back
when they did, as it seemed that fine
weather was over. In fact, the very day after,
the clouds from the north-west darkened the
sky, and the wind freshened to quite a gale.
This was not called a storm by the fishers, for
most of them put out as usual for their day's
News came to Skarpen that day that Gran-
fjord, about a dozen miles away, was full of
herring. A whale had been seen in the offing,
which explained the presence of the fish. The
news was told to every fisher on his return,
so that evening the whole village was astir,
preparatory for a general rush to Granfjord in
The morning broke gray and cold. The wind
blew steadily on the bay, so the white-caps chased
each other in regular intervals landward until
they broke in spray on the shore. Provisions
and extra clothing were stowed away in the
boats, and at daybreak, a fleet of boats pushed
out on the rough water, and with sail and oar,
made for the fishing grounds. Men, women.
206 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
and children went, nearly depopulating the
village. Those who could not fish, could sort
and clean on shore.
Atelia went also. She could not resist the
excitement of taking part in a big catch of
fish. The sea, that morning, was also to her
liking; and she sat in her uncle's boat by the
tiller and steered.
Arriving at Granfjord, the women and children
were set ashore, while the men hurriedly rowed
into favorable positions for casting their nets.
The fishing was gdod all morning. Boat-load
after boat-load came to shore, unloaded, then
they sped back, leaving the women to work over
the big shining piles of fish. The wind did not
lessen, and there was threatening rain, so shortly
after noon, Atelia had a chance to return to
Skarpen with a boat-load of women and children,
and she went with them. Storm or no storm,
every man there would remain as long as he
could draw in such a harvest.
Oletta was busy in the house when Atelia
returned. The house-keeper had made the rooms
clean and cosy. The fire felt good. As Atelia
was going up to her room to change her clothing,
**Atelia, I forgot — here's a letter for you. It
must have come a day or two ago."
Atelia received the letter, then went on up
stairs to her room. A letter! Was it from
Sister Nordo, or perhaps from Uncle Sande about
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the insurance. The light was bad, so she went
to the window, pushed aside the curtain, and
looked at the handwriting. It was from neither
,of these persons, and the post mark was Strand.
Atelia's heart beat rapidly. What could it mean ?
What had Halvor Steen to say to her? She
dallied with the letter as if afraid to break the
seal and read its contents. A gust of wind,
accompanied with a dash of rain on the window,
caused her to look out. A storm was surely
coming, a real coast storm.
At last she got the letter out, unfolded it,
I am coming to see you. Yesterday I came
back from quite an extended trip, and then first
learned of the terrible misfortune to Heimstad.
,1 went up there as fast as I could. I found
the blackened ruins, but not you. Atelia, as I
stood there and looked and realized that Heim-
stad was gone, I wondered whether or not my
chance of earthly and eternal happiness had
also vanished. And now I cannot rest until I
find that out. I am coming to you as fast as
the steamer will bring me. I shall travel part
of the way in the regular coast boat, then our
mutual friend. Captain Moen, will take me to
Skarpen. Look out for me, and give me as
kindly welcome as you can. I have a lot to tell
you. I had a long, and a mighy enlightening
208 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
talk with the President in Christiania not long
ago — but ril tell you all about that when I see
you. — I'll be right on the heels of this letter.
Sincerely yours as ever and as of old,
Atelia pressed her face against the window-
pane, but she did not see the rain, nor for a
moment, hear the wind. Halvor was coming to
her, the Halvor as of old, with something
added — yes there must be something added, or
else what was the use. Oh, what a letter ! Could
she not read between the lines! She held the
letter up by the rain-washed window, and read
it again. Then she tucked it away in her trunk
and changed her clothes.
*'Atelia," shouted Oletta from below. "Come
down. There is a terrible storm coming."
Atelia came down smiling to the frightened
cousin. They both looked out of the window
seaward. *'It's not so bad," said Atelia.
"Not yet," answered Oletta; "but Fve seen
big storms before, and this is the way they
"We'll hope for the best. If it gets bad, the
folks will not attempt to come home, but will
spend the night at Granfjord."
How could Atelia go about so light-hearted,
thought her cousin. She had perhaps never seen
a real storm, which on that coast, never ceased
until it had taken its toll of human life. Listen!
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Every loose window or board rattles in the wind.
The storm that broke upon the coast that
late afternoon was one of the worst known in
the history of that storm-frequented region; not
in its loss of life, which happily was not great,
but in its suddenness and fierceness. To Atelia
and Oletta who stood watching it from the kitchen
window, it seemed that the distant sea and
sky had blended into one gray mass, and was
rushing in upon the coast, bent on the de-
struction of everything in its way. First the
outer islands, then the nearer headlands were
swallowed up as if they had become a part of
the coming storm-cloud. A single fishing boat
on the fjord hurriedly steered for shore, and
barely escaped. It became dark. A wild, weird
cry came from afar, and changed to a thunderous
roar as the rain struck walls and windows and
roofs. The rain pelted and beat upon the house
as if it were a horde of human beings clammer-
ing for admittance. Water ran down the win-
dows, down and under the door which met the
brunt of the assault, until a stream ran on to
The girls lighted the lamp. They prepared
some supper which they partook of without ap-
petite. As the evening advanced, Atelia tried
to read aloud, but there was no heart or interest
in it. About midnight, they supposed that the
storm had abated somewhat, so they lay down
to try to sleep. When at last they dropped off,
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it seemed but a troubled moment when it was
morning, — morning by the clock only, for without
it was yet dark and stormy.
In time a little gray light trickled from the
south east. Skarpen lay against the cliff thor-
oughly washed. As dayhght came, the wind
was yet strong and the waves rolled in thun-
derous roar against the headlands. The fishing
fleet could not come home yet. A few of the
old men, some women and venturesome children
came from the shelter of the houses, and stood
looking seaward. Atelia and Oletta joined them.
*'What do you think. Father Hans — are the
folks all right?" asked one of an old man who
looked as though the sea had done its worst
"Oh yes, yes," he mumbled. "They'll have
sense enough to stay on land."
"I hope so," said a woman as she scoldingly
picked up a child that had run after her.
"What is that against Sten island ?" asked one.
All eyes were strained in the direction in-
dicated. A black spot could be seen against
the white, foamy line at the base of the cliff.
"It looks like a ship might be on the rocks,"
croaked the old man, as if this was no uncommon
thing. "Here, Karen, let me take your glass."
The old man leveled his glass at the dark
object. For a long time — it seemed — he gazed.
Then slowly he lowered the glass and said: "It
looks like the 'Viking.' "
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'What! the 'Viking' on the rocks — and —
Halvor — '' cried Atelia, as she grasped Oletta
by the arm. "0, dear God!" The wild, gray,
stormy world seemed to swallow her up and blot
her out completely. Oletta held her from falling.
The possibihty that Halvor, who was coming to
her with words of reassuring love, was wrecked
on the cruel rocks of Sten island came thus
suddenly to her. ''Oh, no; Oletta, tell me it
can't be true."
Oletta did not understand this sudden out-
burst, but her cousin's colorless face frightened
her. "Come, let us go to the house," pleaded
Atelia stood for a moment. Then as if freed
from some enemy, she straightened. She was
herself again. She grasped the old fisherman
by the arm.
"Are you sure it is the 'Viking'?"
"Yes; quite sure."
"And the steamer is in danger, is it not?"
"Well, yes; it's a wonder if there is a soul
alive on her — "
Atelia could not repress a cry.
"That depends, of course, how long the boat
has been there."
"Can't they be rescued?"
"Oh, yes," he replied in a matter-of-fact tone,
"if there were anybody to do the rescuing."
"You mean if we had men and boats."
"Certainly. I can't do anything, and I'm the
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best man left here. No woman could take a
boat to that wreck."
Atelia looked out upon the seathing, rolling
water as if she were a general looking over a
field preparing for battle and outlining her plan
of campaign. In a moment she had decided.
"I can take a boat to that wreck," she said
simply. "Come to the house, Oletta."
Atelia ran to the house, the other followed.
''What are you going to do, Atelia?"
"I'm going to take a boat out to the wreck."
'Oh, can you?"
Tes: I'm a sailor, Oletta — the best sailor in
Norway, so I have heard said. Now, Atelia
Heldman, prove your right to the title." As she
talked, she hurriedly took off some clothing
and put on other, — heavy and waterproof. "Is
there a good boat in the place, Oletta?"
The girl thought for a moment. "Yes, there
is Olof Anders' new boat. He is away and has
it locked up in his boat house."
"We'll take it."
"I'll pay for any damage. Help me to get it
out. Come on. Bring an ax."
"If you go, I'm going with you."
"No; you're no sailor. Stay here."
"I'm going with you," and with that Oletta
also hurriedly put on seagoing attire.
The old man and the augmented flock of
women followed the two girls down to the water
ATELIA SAILS ANOTHER RACE 213
and to Olof Ander's boat house. Oletta tried
the lock, but it was secure. Then with one sure
blow of the ax, she broke the fastening, and the
**Here, all of you," she called to the women,
"help me with the boat. Hurry, dear folks, time
is precious," as the women hesitated in taking
part in this piratical proceeding. However, the
boat was easily launched, and the two girls had
it outside before either help or hindrance came.
Atelia threw in bales of rope, the ax from the
house, and a bailing pail. She saw that the
mast was ready to place in the socket, and that
the sail was in order. "Now, Oletta, if you must
come, step in. I will need help, but — "
"Fm going with you," replied the girl as she
took her place in the pitching boat.
Atelia shoved away, leaped in, seized the oars,
and was soon away from the shore. Then she
put the mast in place, and carefully lifted the
sail. The wind was dead ahead, so great care
must be taken to get out into the open for
tacking, which was a difficult thing with such
a sail and such a boat. As the crowd on shore
stood in breathless wonder and watched the girl
maneuver her boat safely out, they shouted their
hurrah, and the old man said:
"She'll make it if anybody can. She's a sailor."
Atelia Heldman was sailing another race, a
race, not for prize or honor, but a race for life —
a race backed by love against heavy odds.
214 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
Carefully, she tested her strange boat, which
proved to be a good, steady sailor. She instructed
Oletta how to hold the rope which regulated the
sail, then with her hand on the tiller, she brought
the boat on its right tack. With all her skill
and care, she could not keep some of the highest
wave-crests from dashing over into the boat.
The wind was bitterly cold. Upon a ragged wave
the boat balanced, then down it slid to a deep
trough of the green sea ; but they made headway.
For half an hour they kept on their course.
Then Atelia brought the boat to a standstill
square against the wind, telling Oletta to lower
the sail gradually. Then when the boat had
turned to the left tack, the "skipper" instructed
her "mate" to carefully lift the sail, and adjust
her position to the new tilt of the boat. The
wind caught the full sail once more, and again
they made progress.
As they neared Sten island, they got a better
view of the wrecked steamer, which was wedged
in between the rocks. The full force of the big
Atlantic waves dashed against these rocks, and
at times seemed to sweep the deck of the un-
fortunate vessel. The rescuers were not near
enough to count the number of men clinging to
the rigging, but they could see them there out
of reach of the bulk of water which broke across
the deck. How long these men could hold out
depended perhaps on how long they had been
in their perilous position. Then again when the
ATELIA SAILS ANOTHER RACE 215
ship would be dashed to pieces was also a matter
With a prayer in her heart and every nerve
and muscle keyed to do the exact right thing,
Atelia raced her boat across the waves. In an
hour, they were half way and all well. True,
the two girls were cold, and their feet were wet;
but these were trifles in the big thing they were
doing. Oletta baled out the boat, carefully fol-
lowing Atelia's instructions in every move.
''How many men are there, Oletta? Can you
"One, two, three, four, five — no, six," counted
''They might all be there. — If only we can help
them. — Oletta, how can we help them?"
It was difficult to talk in the roar of wind
and wave. It occurred now to the girls that
perhaps they could do nothing. They would not
dare approach the stranded steamer, for they
themselves would be dashed on the rocks and
their boat crushed like a shell. The men could
not possibly reach their boat. Now, what could
"The men see us," said Oletta. "They are
waving to us."
"What can we do?" shouted Ateha against the
They were now much nearer their destination.
Yes, there were six men chnging to the mast.
It was a good thing that the "Viking" had a
216 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
big, strong mast. Atelia now remembered, with
gratitude, that feature of the httle steamer.
Ateha motioned to her companion to leave the
sail and come nearer.
"Do you know, Oletta, if there is a good
landing on the lee side of Sten island?"
"A fisherman once lived there, but it is de-
"And can we climb to the top of the island?"
"Oh yes; there is a good path."
"Listen! we can't get near the 'Viking* by
water; we'll climb the island, and see what we
can do with ropes. See, the steamer is so close
to the cliff that we can throw the men a rope."
"It might be farther than it looks, Ateha."
"True, but I see no other way. Get back and
manage the sail. We are to change our course."
As their boat veered about, there was danger
of the big waves capsizing them, and it required
all their skill to keep afloat. Soon the island
would hide them from the wreck.
"Are the men all there yet, Oletta?" Oletta
proved to have better eyes.
"One, two, three, four five. — One is gone — no,
there he is — they're all there."
"Thank God !"
"The men are waving to us again. They think
we are leaving."
"Wave back to them. I can't let go the tiller
for a moment. Stand up and wave your cap."
Oletta did so, and it seemed to the girls that
ATELIA SAILS ANOTHER RACE 217
a faint cheer came to them from the men, as
they disappeared behind the headland.
The island gave them shelter from the direct
force of the storm, and it was not so difficult
to sail up to the deserted landing. They managed
to fasten their boat, and climb safely out. What
a relief it was to again be able to move and
keep from freezing! Hurriedly they got the
coils of rope and the ax out of the boat, and
began the wet cHmb up the steep sides of Sten
"ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE, SIX— ALL HERE."
TEN ISLAND is just a big rock standing
alone out in the wild Atlantic. Its top
area of two or three acres is somewhat
level ; but the storms of ages have washed
every vestage of soil from its hard surface, and
what little vegetation it possesses is hidden in
protected crevices and ledges.
Atelia and Oletta climbed on up the steep path
to the top. There they had to brace themselves
against the wind which seemingly, desired to
lift them bodily from the rock and cast them
into the sea. They made their way with what
haste they could to the outer sea-ward edge
where the top surface was broken and cracked.
Slowly moving to the edge, they looked below.
The stranded steamer was directly below them.
With thunderous roar, the waves dashed against
the rocks and swept over the doomed vessel, long
arms of heavy spray reaching upward as if
trying to drag the men in the rigging down;
but they were all there yet, six of them, clinging
tenaciously for life, hatless all, coatless some,
drenching wet all of them.
The girls shouted, but for some time, they
could not attract the men's attention ; but when
they looked up and saw hope for rescue, they
"ONE, TWO * * * * ALL HERE" 219
could be seen to straighten into new life. Atelia
unwound some of the smaller rope, tied a stone
on the end, then with all her strength, threw
it out toward the men; but the rope fell short,
and they had to draw it up again. Once more
she tried. This time her aim was not good, and
the stone fell on the deck. The men cheered.
**Here, let me try," said Oletta. '1 can throw
better than you."
Once, twice, Oletta tried, Atelia crying out in
her anxiety. Then the third time the rope fell
within reach, and one of the men seized it. The
girls now fastened a heavier rope to the light
one, then motioned for the men to draw it down,
which they did. They fastened their end se-
curely to the mast while the girls wound their
end about the boulders on top.
But when it was all done, it was useless. No
one could climb up that steep rope, especially
half-frozen men. The men waved and made un-
recognizable suggestions ; but the two girls stood
as if at the end of their resources. In the half-
drowned forms below, Ateha was sure she
recognized Halvor and Captain Moen. Gracious!
that was a big wave. If the mast should break,
or the boat itself be dashed to pieces ! Oh, what
more could be done!
Was not that Halvor who pointed up, then
further down the cliff? Again he made the
movement. Was he telling them something to
do ? Atelia leaned far over. The wind, it seemed.
220 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
would not let her fall over, for she felt as if
she were leaning against a solid wall.
''Oletta, what are they pointing at — the
men — see V*
'The rope is too steep."
"Is there a place to fasten it farther down?
— Yes, that's what they mean. I see a place, if
we can only get to it. Here, Oletta, unfasten
the rope again, but be careful you do not lose it."
Atelia made a loose loop in the larger rope,
which she shpped about her waist. Then she
tied securely the end of another rope about her
under her arms.
"Now," she said, "I see a place where I think
I can climb down. You get well back and let
this other rope out slowly as I need it. Play
it out across this smooth rock, so that if I
should slip and fall, you can hold me until I can
get my position again."
"Let me go, Atelia."
"No; I am lighter than you. I could not hold
you. All right, now."
Slowly and carefully Atelia climbed down the
rocks. They were slippery and oftimes sharp.
She bruised her knees and cut her hands, but
she did not heed, nor even know it. As she
let herself down from shelf to shelf, the rope
under her arms became so tight that it hurt;
but that was assurance that Oletta had a firm
hold above. As she got nearer to the waves,
their roar deafened her, and their spray some-
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times shut out her vision of the ship and men
below. Would she be in time? WTiat a
thunderous shock that was! Had the ship gone
to pieces? No; there it was yet. The big rope
was dangling from her waist out to the mast.
Sometimes it pulled hard. She had provided
plenty of slack rope, she thought; but if the
mast went, or the boat itself went now, she
would go to destruction with the rest. The
rocks were so slippery, for the rain came in
squalls. Neither of the girls had provided them-
selves with heavy sea boots; so now, Atelia's
shoes were wet and torn, and the sharper rocks
on which she trod hurt her feet.
There, at last, was the place in the face of
the cliff to which Halvor had pointed. It was
a wide shelf, just out of reach of the waves.
Could she reach it? She could see no place on
which she could let herself down to it. She
stood for an instant pressing against the wall
of rock, then she felt herself slipping, slipping.
Her head swam. The waves seemed to be
reaching out for her, and their voice to be
calling. It grew dark — but just for an instant —
then she was herself again, standing safely on
the wider shelf of rock.
She looked hurriedly about her, nor did she
heed the cheering men. Well back from the
edge were a number of boulders. Unloosening
the larger rope from her waist, she wound it
around and around one of them, testing it to see
222 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
if it would hold. Then she hailed the men. The
rope was nearly on a level now, and it was not
far to the mast, which, luckily, was steady.
See! Captain Moen tries it. Hand over hand
he comes along, and in a very few moments he
drops safely on the shelf. Then another, and
another, until the six had crossed from danger
to safety. When the last had landed he ex-
claimed, 'Thank God, thank God."
And the others said, *'Amen, in the name of
But where was the rescuer? Ah, there she
lay, back of the big boulder, as if dead, but
clinging with bleeding hands to the heavy rope
which reached from those hands around the
rocks then across the wild sea to the mast.
Halvor reached her first. In a dazed way he
looked at her lying there drenched and broken.
He dropped down by her.
"Atelia, Atelia," he cried. He pushed back the
big coils of hair from the pale face. He lifted
her head into his arms. Captain Moen and
*'Here," said the captain, "there is just a
drop left." He pulled a flask from his pocket,
and Halvor put it to her lips. She moved as he
was doing it, then opened her eyes and looked
at the men about her.
"Halvor," she smiled. "And Captain Moen —
and all the men — one, two — six."
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"Yes, Atelia, you great, brave girl, we're all
here — and because of you."
Atelia struggled to her feet, looked at the
smaller rope still about her waist. ''Oletta is up
there," she said, "holding to her post of duty.
Go to her — somebody."
- Three of the men slowly scaled the difficult
path. They w^ere weak, and stiff and sore, but
they made their way upward, and there found
the other heroine bravely holding the rope; but
she was nearly dead with cold. The men took
the rope from her, then walked her back and
forth until warmth came back to her chilled
body. That is all they could do for the time
Captain Moen found a less difficult way to
get up, and with his and Halvor's assistance
Atelia also reached the top again. The wind
had lessened a little, and the party of rescued
and rescuers made their way across Sten island,
down its landward side to the deserted fisher-
m.an's cabin. There they found dry wood and
matches, and soon a fire was blazing in the
The rescued men lay on the floor by the com-
forting warmth, and some of them soon went
to sleep. All were so completely tired out that
they got into as easy positions as they could
to remain still and rest. Captain Moen looked
at Halvor and Atelia drying themselves by the
fire. He himself tried to keep awake, but the
224 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
long watch and strain had so worn him out
that he at last lay down on the floor with his
men., Oletta was the best preserved of the
party, and she replenished the fire as it was
needed. Atelia had never breathed a word about
any lover, and so one coming so suddenly to
her from the wreck was a great wonder to her
cousin. She supposed it was all right, for the
man was a fine-looking one, and Atelia appeared
*'Halvor," Atelia said, "you also lie down to
rest. You are nearly dead for want of sleep."
"Yes, I am— but— "
"I am all right now. A little stiff and sore,
^nd tired — but you — how long were you up in
"Nearly all night — and you, dear, came, risked
your life — "
"There now — we'll talk about it some other
time. Lie right here."
"I— I believe I will."
All the men were asleep. Atelia got stiffly
up, tidied her torn and bedragged apparel as
best she could. "How is the storm?" she asked
her cousin, who was looking out of the open
"The worst is over, I think. Some of the
boats are coming home from Granfjord."
'Do they see the wreck?"
'It appears not; they are making straight
*'ONE, TWO * * * * ALL HERE" 225
"Is that possible?" Atelia came to the window
and looked out. The sea was quieter. "I be-
lieve one boat is coming this way."
As they gazed, they saw a number of the
returning boats change their course so as to
sail by Sten island. They soon disappeared
behind the headland, but in time one of them
came into sight again.
"They have seen our smoke," said Atelia.
The boat sailed up to the shore. The girls
met the surprised men on the landing. How
came these girls here, looking as they did?
What — what are you doing here ?" they asked.
Ts the diking' still on the rocks?"
"What's left of her. She's being fast pounded
"Can nothing be saved?"
"Let us thank God, my dear lady, if perchance
some of the crew and passengers are saved. — Do
you know anything about them?"
"Come up to the cabin and see."
The three fishers followed the girls, wondering
what they would find.
"Sh — don't make a noise," admonished Atelia.
They opened the door and saw the six men
lying asleep. "For the love of heaven — "
"Sh They are all here — one, two, three,
four, five, six." She pointed to each of them
as she counted. "Let them sleep."
226 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
As they stepped out, they saw other boats
coming and tie up by the two already there.
Oletta's father was among the men. He had
been to Skarpen, and hearing of the two girls*
doings, had hastily placed clothing and provisions
in his boat and sailed to Sten island as fast
as he could. He was overjoyed when he learned
what had been done. Atelia and Oletta wrapped
themselves in the warm shawls which he had
brought and went down to the boats where quite
a number of men had gathered. To these the
girls had to tell how the men had been rescued.
"The Lord's hand was in it," said one.
"It was," answ^ered Atelia reverently.
Toward the middle of the afternoon those of
the men who were not aw^ake were awakened,
and the whole party set sail for Skarpen. Atelia
sat in the stern of her uncle's boat, and with
her was Halvor. This time neither of them had
anything to do with helm or oar or rope. They
were satisfied to let others do the sailing. They
were content to sit quietly, close together,
Atelia's bruised hands in his. She was no longer
fearful, for she felt that every barrier between
them had been removed. Had her love preserved
him, saved him -her love, with the love of God,
his Father? She believed it had. A prayer of
thankfulness was in her heart. And he also was
satisfied. Touched by the illuminating light of
the gospel which had come to him, he could see
"ONE, TWO * * * * ALL HERE" 227
this girl's radiant beauty of soul — and to think
that he was alive, and that he had not lost
her, but might have her for time and eternity — !
*'See, the 'Viking' is about gone."
The steamer lay on its side now, broken and
in ruins. Each wave washed over the battered
hull, hiding it for a moment under the green
w^ater. Atelia turned away from the sight and
hid her face in Halvor's big coat.
ELDER LARSEN GETS EVEN WITH UNCLE SANDE.
HE storm which swept the west coast
brought sleet and snow to the uplands
of Telemarken; and Elder Waldemar
Larsen was out in the worst of it. He
was making his farewell visit to the friends and
Saints whom he had made acquaintance with in
his missionary labors. Brother and Sister Bon-
den had been so enthusiastically active that he
had to remain in their neighborhood for nearly
a week filling appointments to speak, which they
had made for him. He had enjoyed every minute
of that time, but the delay had caused him
to miss the last boat on the lakes. The ice had
stopped inland w^ater traffic for the winter. The
Elder would have to walk most of the way back
This did not worry the missionary. There
were many stopping places on the way, with
good people that would never forgive him if he
passed them by. Brother Bonden lived nearly
at the end of his Telemarken route, and when
Elder Larsen had left him for his homeward
journey the weather had been quite pleasant
for that season of the year. However, on the
second day out, the storm had come, and had
ELDER LARSEN GETS EVEN 229
caught the missionary as he was trudging along
the high-road leading down to Thorvand.
The air was full of falling flakes. From the
top of a hill, the lone traveler saw the frozen
lake, now being coated with snow. He knew
the country well, so he was in no danger of
getting lost, even in a snow-storm. It was the
middle of the afternoon when he paused to rest
on this hill, and as he seated himself on the
low stone wall which bounded the road, he looked
over the dreary, white prospect.
This was perhaps his last visit to these parts.
Would he ever come back to this Norway which
he had learned to love? He was going home
soon, home to America and to the Valleys of
the Mountains; and his heart became soft with
thoughts of loved ones waiting for him there.
Many a snow storm had he been out in up in
his native mountains, and there was always
something grand in watching the snow either
fall softly or drive fiercely from heaven and
deck the earth with its cold, white mantle.
But he must be getting on. It was yet a
few hours walk to Sister Nordo's, where he
would have to stop for the night. Whew, that
was a stiff breeze! The snow pelted him in the
face, and as he looked up to make sure that he
was on the road, he suddenly saw before him
Uncle Sande's house stand out against the gray
sky. He remembered distinctly his last and
only visit to that house, and how that when he
A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
had left, the owner had said, "Come again."
Waldemar Larsen stopped and thought a
moment. Yes, he would accept, even at this
late day. Uncle Sande's invitation.
But what kind of reception would he receive?
Well, he would trust the Lord for that. There
could be no harm in calling and bidding the
old man goodby. He remembered Atelia had
said that her uncle was a lonely old man, now
since his old housekeeper had died and left him
to take care of himself. He remembered also
that Atelia had told of a certain sad phase of
Uncle Sande's life. All thoughts of ''getting
even" for the argumentative drubbing the man
had given him on his former visit was far from
the young man's mind as he went up to the
door and knocked.
In a few moments Uncle Sande himself opened
the door. He stared at the snow-covered visitor.
Waldemar looked into the old man's face to
discover, if he could, the nature of the reception
which awaited him.
*1 am Elder Larsen," began the young man in
"Yes; I know you; come in — come in out of
"Thank you." Waldemar shook off the snow
and stepped into the hall, where he was told to
hang up his hat and coat.
"Come in to the fire," said Uncle Sande — "This
ELDER LARSEN GETS EVEN 231
storm has come on suddenly — has taken us all
by surprise, it seems."
Waldemar explained that he was making his
farewell visit to Telemarken, and thought he
would just step in say goodby."
'That's right; Fm glad you did. Fm glad
you did not leave the country without letting
me get another chance at you."
The visitor looked at the old man who did
not appear to be in a combatative mood. In fact,
Uncle Sande seemed changed. He was older; his
face had changed; his manner was gentler; his
voice softer; he even smiled a little at Elder
Larsen, as he placed a few more sticks on
'*In the first place," said Uncle Sande, '1 have
to ask your forgiveness for my ill treatment of
you at times — yes, I know just what I have
done and said. Without going into details, say
that I am forgiven."
"You are, and in fact have been for a long
time. I try never to have ill feelings against
'Thank you. Now let's say no more about
that. The storm is bad outside, and it is getting
dark. You can stay with me tonight."
'Oh, I hadn't thought of that."
'No; but there's no reason why you shouldn't,
and I would very much like you to."
Strange as it seemed to Waldemar, he could
not doubt the old man's sincerity. Yes, he would
A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
be pleased to stay with him, if he desired.
"Now, I had better explain to you why my
room has a festal appearance. I was to have
had a little celebration and a Httle company;
but an hour ago I received a message that my
company could not come, so I shall have to be
content with what we two can do. It is dark.
I will light the lamp."
Elder Larsen looked about him. Now his at-
tention was called to it, the room was adorned
somewhat out of the ordinary with evergreens
and autumn leaves. On the wall, as if occupying
the place of honor amid bunting and green hung
the portrait of a young woman.
"Yes," explained the old man, as he noticed
the direction of Waldemar's gaze, "that is
Petrine, in whose loving memory I hold sacred
this day. Forty-nine years ago she came into
the world, twenty-seven years ago she left it."
Waldemar now remembered the story as Atelia
had related it to him, and he looked again at the
portrait on the wall. So this was the girl whom
Uncle Sande had won and then lost, and the
cause of his never being married. He looked
from the picture to his host.
"I'll tell you the story after a while," said
Atelia's uncle. "Just now we shall have some-
thing to eat. My company, let me explain, was
to have been two of my neighbors, that is all.
I never have many people, for Petrine never
cared for a crowd. She — but later for that."
ELDER LARSEN GETS EVEN 233
He cleared the table of books, and then spread
a cloth. From an adjoining room, he brought
dishes of cake, fruit, sweets, and sandwiches.
In short order, he made and brought hot choco-
late. He drew up the chairs, and turned up the
wick of the lamp. ''Now, then," said he, "sit
up; you are, no doubt hungry. The storm is
still raging; pity any who must be out in it
The Mormon Elder v/as asked to say the
blessing, which he gladly did, not forgetting to
thank the Lord for all His kindness, and asking
divine favor for him who had provided the food
and entertainment. Then as they ate they talked
of Atelia, of the loss of Heimstad, and they told
each other what nev/s they had of common
interest. Then when Waldemar vowed he could
eat no more. Uncle Sande drew a white cloth
over the table, saying they would need some
more after a while. They moved their chairs
from the table.
''Now," said Uncle Sande, "I must bum a
little of the King's incense. You don't object?"
"Oh, I like it," answered Waldemar.
The other went to a drawer in an old-fashioned
bureau, and took out a tiny bag of the sweet-
smelling herbs. A small pinch was placed on
the warm stove, and soon a pleasant fragrance
filled the room.
"Pe trine gave me this nearly thirty years ago.
Each year at this ^anniversary, I have burned
234 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
a little of it, until, as you see, it is nearly gone.
I have enough to last a few years longer — about
as long as I shall last, before I go to her. Have
you ever heard of Petrine, Elder Larsen?"
**Atelia has told me a little, a very little."
"It is not very often I talk about her to
anybody; but this day, as I have said, is sacred
to her, and on this day I talk about her if I
can get an attentive and sympathetic listener."
"I shall be very glad to hear you."
"Petrine — " the old man leaned back in his
easy chair and with closed eyes seemed to dwell
lovingly on the name, "Petrine was bom in a
small village across Thorvand. As a young
fellow, I used to sail across frequently, and one
day I rescued a little girl from the water. I
never was much of a ladies' man; for many
years I had no love affairs, and I was called a
confirmed old batchelor before I met her — again
over in the village — Petrine, the little girl whom
I had rescued from the lake, now grown to
beautiful womanhood. That is the picture of
her on the wall."
Waldemar could easily have imagined that the
sweet-faced girl was smiling down at them as
the old man lived again the romance of his
youth. To anyone else, she and all that pertained
to her was no doubt commonplace enough, but
to him who had been touched with the magic
power of love, the world had been transformed
ELDER LARSEN GETS EVEN 235
and through all these long years she had reigned
in his heart in undimmed glory.
"Yes; she was all that is good, and true, and
beautiful. We pledged our troth, and the wedding
day was set. . . . Then she died.". . . .
The old man ceased and there was silence
for a time. Then he went on again with his
story, mainly about the virtues of Petrine, of
her beauty of soul and goodness of heart. "And
so," he concluded, *T have been alone for these
many years. I have had no eyes nor heart for
any one else — perhaps I have been selfish in
this — I don't know. Once a year, on the day
of her birth, I invite two or three of my friends
to take part with me in this simple demon-
stration for her sake . . . Now I am about through
with this life. I am waiting to go where she
has gone. ... Is she waiting for me? Has she
gone on to other spheres of existence? Will I
meet her as she was here? Has her love per-
sisted as mine has ? . . . . Yes ; Petrine is still
Petrine and I shall meet her once more, — don't
you think so, Elder Larsen?"
"Yes ; Uncle Sande ; she is still the woman you
knew here; and without doubt, she still loves
you — that is, if you have done nothing to forfeit
The old man looked at Waldemar strangely
"I have done nothing. No; I have been true
"And you have always been true to the truth
236 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
of God as His Spirit has given you to see it.
If so, then you have also been true to that sweet
spirit angel who was to have been your wife."
Uncle Sande leaned back in his chair again
and closed his eyes. His mouth twitched, and he
pressed his hands together. Elder Larsen
''You must pardon a young man talking to you
like this ; but I must deliver my message of truth
to young and old alike. We two have been
enough together to understand each other. You
have read the literature of the Latter-day Saints.
You know w^hat they teach, so you will under-
stand me when I ask, why do you not put your-
self in the way that leads to Petrine as a wife?
To make her your wife was the one supreme
goal of your young life. Failure to do that has
been your life's tragedy. But I tell you in all
truth and soberness that even yet that need
not fail. You may yet have Petrine as a wife,
not for time, but for eternity, and with her by
your side go on to the exaltation and glory
which God has ordained for those who will."
The young missionary had perfect freedom of
thought and speech now, and without fear, he
went on: "I think I realize your condition of
mind, my friend. All your days you have been
taught that in the other world to which we are
all going, there is no such thing as family re-
lationship of husband and wife. You have been
taught that the union which meant everything
ELDER LARSEN GETS EVEN 237
to you, has been made forever impossible. You
in your effort to be orthodox have stoically put
down the demands of your heart. All your life,"
said the elder as if he could see into this man's
innermost being, "your soul's longing has had
to contend with what you were taught to look
upon as one of God's incomprehensible laws.
Now, I tell you that God's laws are natural, and
just, and good. I tell you further that no good
thing shall be withheld from good men and
women, if they will place themselves in a position
to receive it. . . . What you need to do is to have
faith in Gk)d, in the living God who has revealed
himself to man' in our day, to repent of your
sins, and be baptized, by one having authority,
for the remission of those sins, and then be
confirmed a member of the Church of Jesus
Christ of Latter-day Saints. Then the way is
opened before you, and through your continued
faithfulness, you may lay claim on the blessings
of the everlasting gospel. And these blessings
include all that your heart has longed for these
For quite a long time the two men sat in the
silence of the night without speaking. Uncle
Sande's head was bowed, and when Waldemar
arose, and went to the window to look into the
storniy night, the old man aroused as if from
a dream. ''You're not going?" he asked.
*'0h, no ; fear not ; the storm is fierce without,
238 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
and I am thankful to have the shelter of your
'Then come and sit down again. I feared you
were going to leave me, just now when I needed
you most. I am in turmoil of heart and mind,
and I appreciate your presence. For many days
I have been fighting — yes, just as you said;
and Oh, the darkness that has been about me.
It's hard to fight in the dark. If one has a
glimmer of light, no matter how little or how
far away, it is something."
**Yes, dear friend; and I bring to you a blaze
of light, not a glimmer only."
**What profiteth it if one is immersed in light
if the windows of the soul are closed to it? I
realize to a degree that I have been incased in
dogma which has shut out largely the revelations
of heaven — not altogether, my friend, or I should
not have responded to the light you have brought,
even in the feeble manner which I have. I am
grateful for the glimpse of a seeming dawn —
pray God for me that I may see the full day."
Waldemar's heart went out to the old man,
sitting in his chair as if weak from some
strenuous physical exertion; and he talked from
the fulness of his soul to the man groping
towards the light. The man listened, without
comment, and when the Elder's words seemed to
lag, he would say, "Go on." The fire burned
low in the stove, the clock ticked steadily on
the shelf, the wind without had ceased to make
ELDER LARSEN GETS EVEN 239
itself heard. It was late when Waldemar had
no more to say, and then the old man shook
himself and became active. The table was again
uncovered, and again they ate.
Now you must go to bed," said Uncle Sande.
You are tired from tramping in the snow. It
will be some time tomorrow before the roads
will be passible, so I shall have your company
in the morning." He lighted a lamp, and led
the way up to the guest chamber under the roof.
"Good-night, sleep well; I will call you in the
morning when breakfast is ready."
In his prayers that night, Waldemar Larsen
thanked the Lord for the glorious way in which
he had been able to **get even" with Uncle Sande.
CHRISTMAS EVE AT STRAND.
|FTER the storm, the sky of the west coast
became sunny blue and the sea was
quiet as a land-locked fjord. All who
had taken part in the recent fight for
life, rested for a few days with friends at
Skarpen. Meanwhile the enterprising correspon-
dent for the "Christiania Posten" sent an account
of the wreck and the rescue to his paper, not
sparing telegraphic toll or words of praise.
"Posten" came to the town of Strand by early
morning train, and Frue Steen read the account
over the cooling contents of her coffee cup.
Atelia and Halvor read it two days later by
the light which streamed through the geranium-
filled window of Aunt Maren's best room, in
which these two had been left largely to them-
selves. Atelia, sore and tired, had not cared to
move about much, so Halvor, and occasionally
Captain Moen, spent some of their time visiting
with her. Halvor and she were alone that
morning as Aunt Maren handed the paper in to
Atelia, announcing the article in it about the
wreck and rescue.
"Halvor, read it," said Atelia, as she gave the
paper to him.
He came close to her and read the account.
When he had finished she said:
CHRISTMAS EVE AT STRAND 241
"The facts are stated fairly enough, but the
praise is overdone."
"Here is another item," said Halvor. " Tosten'
says editorially that the King will surely send
you and Oletta gold medals."
"The King doesn't know that I am a Mormon."
"And what difference does that make?"
"It shouldn't perhaps, but it usually does
There was a noise without as if some one had
unexpectedly arrived. Halvor went to the win-
dow, but saw no one. "It's a beautiful day
outside," he remarked, "don't you think that if
you wrapped up well you would enjoy a walk?"
She came to the window where he was stand-
ing. "Yes, it's fine, isn't it? After storm,
He linked his arm in hers, and drew her close.
"And that's true in more ways than one," he
•said. "We have entered the harbor of peace and
rest, I am sure, Atelia."
She looked up into his face. Her cheeks
glowed with the old-time color, and a smile
played about her lips. "Do you think so? Don't
be so sure, Halvor. Why, we have hardly started
on the voyage of life. We are not two old, gray
headed people whose life's race is run." Her
smile broke into a merry laugh.
"I spoke as I felt, Atelia. I — let us sit do^vn
here on the couch and talk it over."
But hardly were they seated when a knock
242 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
came on the door, and at Atelia's, ''Come in,"
Aunt Maren announced that her cousin Marie
"Marie ! What's she — but tell her to come in."
In a moment Marie entered. She was a picture
of health and a certain type of Norwegian
country beauty. Atelia saw at a glance that her
cousin from the Eagle-nest Farm had changed
her apparel to the more modem city style, and
she had done it nicely. The two girls greeted
each other warmly. Then Atelia introduced
*We were fearful that my brother Hans was
on the Viking — and I wanted to see you — and I
had to come!" Marie hastened to explain as if
her sudden appearance needed some justification.
"But he wasn't, was he?"
"No; Aunt Maren has just told me that — but
I'm so glad you're safe."
"Yes, we're all safe, Marie, thank the Lord;
and how are all the folks?"
Before Marie could answer, another knock
came on the door, and after a proper pause,
Captain Moen stepped in.
"Good morning, everybody," he said cheerfully.
"What are you doing indoors on such a day —
but halloo, w^ho's this? Marie, of all unexpected
persons. How are you?" He came up to her
and shook her hand, looking at her closely as
he did so. The red burned in her cheeks for a
moment, then in evident embarrasment she hung
her head. Atelia came to her rescue.
CHRISTMAS EVE AT STRAND 243
"Her folks were fearful that Hans might have
been with you on the Viking ; Marie came to see."
"Oh, no; Hans hasn't been with me for some
"Aunt Maren has already assured her of that;
and now she come to visit me. Now sit down,
all of you, and don't stand around as if you
were strangers and didn't know what to do."
Then the talk became general. After a time
Captain Moen again proposed that they all take
a walk in the beautiful sunshine without. The
air was cold, he said, so the ladies would have
to put on warm clothing.
"Halvor and I were just planning to go out,"
said Atelia. "Two more will make a jolly party."
In a few minutes the four were walking along
the mountain wall which overhung Skarpen.
Atelia and Halvor lingered behind. Captain Moen
and Marie strolled out on hard sands where the
waves gently lapped the shore. Halvor and
Atelia looked at them.
"Your cousin seems to be a fine girl," said
"And Captain Moen seems to be a fine man,"
remarked Atelia; and as they looked at each
other and smiled, Atelia was reminded of the
story Marie had told her up on the mountain,
of the love that was to be a wall of protection —
a love that must be as firm and everlasting as
the very rocks in Istindet — and as she re-
membered this story and looked at Marie's face
244 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
turned toward that of Captain Moen's, she
wondered with a strange, sweet wonder of the
power of love.
The next day as Ateha and Halvor were
planning their departure from Skarpen, the mail
steamer arrived, and on it was a package of
letters for them. In the ever-welcome Aunt
Maren's best room, they opened and read their
letters. Here are some extracts from Atelia's:
From Helga Nordo: **Our home, humble and
poor as it is, is your home as long as you need
it. We shall be very glad to see you again."
From Uncle Sande: "You have proved your-
self a true Daughter of the North. May the
Lord bless and preserve you."
From the President at Christiania: "I am
very thankful to hear of your brave deeds and
that you are all safe. Your country is today
ringing with praise of your good work. Your
brothers and sisters rejoice with you."
From Froken Berg: *'I congratulate you. It
From Frue Steen: "My heart is so full I can
not write what I feel. My dear Atelia, try to
forgive and forget the past, and how I have
treated you. I hope you will grant this request
of mine, that you will come to our home and
let me try to make amends. Make our home
your home — "
Atelia could read no further because of the
tears in her eyes. She lowered the letter and
CHRISTMAS EVE AT STRAND 245
looked out of the window to hide her face from
Halvor, who was not so intent on his own letter
but that he saw what was going on with Atelia;
and he was content to know that it was his
mother's letter she was reading, and that the
tears in the girl's eyes were tears of joy. After
a moment when her vision became clear enough
so that she could see Captain Moen and Marie
out on the rocks together, she turned again to
her letter. When she had finished it, she handed
it to Halvor to read.
**And you will accept mother's invitation?"
"Yes, gladly, after such a letter."
*1 am so glad, Atelia."
'*So am I, Halvor."
The next morning as Halvor and Atelia waved
their farewells from the deck of the departing
steamer, Atelia suddenly bethought herself of
something she had forgotten. She leaned over
the railing and motioned to her uncle.
"Oh, Uncle," she shouted, "get a new lock for
the one I broke on Anders' boat house, will you.
I'll send you the price of a good one."
The small crowd which had gathered to see
them off cheered lustily at this, and kerchiefs
and hats were waved until the steamer rounded
the distant point of rocks.
It was Christmas Eve at Strand. The harbor
was frozen hard, and lay as still as the town
246 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
and the hills under the snow. There was work
for snow-shovelers in the streets even until af-
ternoon, when Halvor Steen went to his office.
All the morning he had been busy helping his
mother and Atelia preparing for the company
they were expecting that evening, and everything
was in readiness, even to the bundle of oats tied
to a stake in the yard for the birds' Christmas
Invitations had been sent to a few friends
for the Christmas gathering — Uncle Sande,
Elder Larsen, Sister Nordo and Helga, Froken
Berg, and the President at Christiania. With the
exception of Uncle Sande and Froken Berg, these
had accepted the invitation. Halvor had asked
the President to come early and directly to his
office in town, for he wished to have a talk with
him. When Halvor arrived at the office in the
middle of the afternoon, the President was al-
ready there. The young man greeted his visitor
warmly, took his top-coat and hat, and found
a comfortable seat for him, then drew up his
"I'm glad you came early," said Halvor.
"Elder Larsen will be along later?"
"Yes; he's busy with his leavetaking, but he'll
not miss you."
"As we haven't any too much time before we
are expected at the house, I might as well come
direct to the point."
CHRISTMAS EVE AT STRAND 247
"Fm a little bothered to know exactly what to
do regarding joining the Church."
"Do you mean the mode of procedure? Hasn't
Elder Larsen— ?"
"I don't mean that. I mean — Well, what will
Atelia think if I am baptized now?"
"She will rejoice and be exceeding glad, I
"I don't know about that. Will she not think
that I am doing it just for the sake of
The President looked keenly at the serious
young man before him, then in slow, earnest
words he asked:
"And isn't it for her sake you will join the
"No ; it will be for my soul's salvation — I want
you to believe me, dear President — believe that
I am absolutely honest in this," he went on
earnestly. "I have studied the gospel; I have
humbled myself and prayed for light and for
strength to live up to the light which the Lord
might send me. I have received a testimony,
and I intend to do my part; but I have been
fearful of what Atelia will think. I have been
very careful, I might as well tell you, and have
not pressed my wooing on her lately. There
seems to have been a tacit understanding be-
tween us, but I have said nothing to her about
marriage. I believe now that I can appreciate
what she has been trying to do — what she has
248 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
done. I have obtained a glimpse of the nobihty
of her soul, — and — "
"And you love her more than ever?"
"Yes, if that is possible."
"My young brother, you missunderstood my
question. I believe in you — have always believed
in you, and I appreciate your confidence. If
more young people would counsel with those who
could advise them, they would be wise. But you
said you will join the Church for your souFs
salvation and not for Atelia."
"Yes; I said that, and—"
"Wait. Would your soul's salvation be com-
plete without Ateha?"
The young man paused before replying. A
peculiar expression of face told the President
of the thought within.
"No," said Halvor; "but if it comes to a
choice between two good things, I must choose
that which comes first in the line of duty, and
trust to the Lord to make up the rest."
"Well spoken, Halvor Steen; and if I mistake
not that is just what Atelia Heldman thinks.
Her salvation will not be perfected without you,
but she also has chosen the duty which lay clear
before her and trusted to the Lord for the rest;
but I want to tell you further, get rid of the
thought that there is any wrong in including
Atelia Heldman in the blessings which will come
from obeying the gospel and becoming a member
of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day
CHRISTMAS EVE AT STRAND 249
Saints. If your motives were other than the
pure ones you have expressed, there might be a
question; but as I have said, I trust you, I
believe in you — Now, is it not time to go? I
want to see Atelia and have a talk with her
myself — before you, young man, get a chance."
"Just a moment more — just another question.
Atelia is planning to go to Utah. She claims
that she has nothing to hold her longer from
Zion, although the last time she said that, she
looked away from me. She has the insurance
money from Heimstad and she has recently sold
the 'Blue Bird' for a nice sum. Her plan is
to take Sister Nordo and Helge, pay their pas-
sage, and these three make the journey together.
So far, I have not objected. She seems to have
the spirit of gathering strongly upon her."
"So will you, after your baptism. I'll talk to
you further then."
"After my baptism! yes, I wish I were bap-
tized — Could it possibly be done before our little
party this evening?"
"We do not, as a rule, advise such haste."
"It is not haste in my case."
"No; I suppose not. Let me see. Is there a
public bath open that we could use?"
"Then telephone to the house for Elder Larsen.
He ought to be there by this time."
Elder Larsen was found and told to come
immediately to the office, where he arrived in
250 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
a few moments. The President explained, and
soon, with a bundle under his arm, Halvor led
the two others to the Baths, where a large
enough private room was obtained. There Hal-
vor was baptized by Elder Larsen, and at the
water's edge he was confirmed a member of the
Church. Then they went back to the office. The
building was empty and still. It was Christ-
Halvor dried and combed his hair. Within
that small room where business was want to be
the only concern, there brooded that evening
a sweet peace of heart. **I feel so happy," said
Halvor. 'Thank you, my dear friends."
"And the Lord," added the President.
"Yes; let us thank the Lord, too."
They made an altar of the office desk, around
which they kneeled in prayer, and the President
carried their message of gratitude to the throne
of grace in deeply impressive words.
The short day had closed when they arrived
at the Steen residence, so now the house was a
blaze of light. In its day, before the father had
died, this house had been one of the finest in
the town ; and it was yet roomy and comfortable,
well fitted for entertaining company. Sister
Nordo and Helga had arrived, and even Uncle
Sande, reconsidering his refusal, was there.
Frue Steen looked enquiringly at Halvor when
they entered, but he answered her cheerily,
"Yes, mother, it's my fault that we are a little
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late. Then turning to the company, ''but here
we all are, even to Uncle Sande. Mother has
no doubt welcomed you, but let me add mine
also. I hope you all are as happy as I am."
In his handshaking, Halvor did not forget
Atelia. He purposely left her to the last, and
then as he held her hand a little longer than
usual, his beaming face told her that something
had happened. 'The President wishes to see
you alone for a few moments," he said. "Take
him into the library sometime before dinner."
A little later Atelia managed to do this,
wondering what it meant. "Halvor said you
wanted to speak to me," she explained to the
"Did he? Well, yes; but I thought I would
have to race with him for the opportunity. I
have good news to tell you."
"Halvor has just been baptized."
"Less than two hours ago. He did it on my
advice. That's why I sent for Elder Larsen.
And now the particular thing I want to say to
you is — trust him."
"Yes; he has been fearful that you might
misunderstand his motives in this which he has
done. He has wanted to join the Church for
some time, but he has put it off, fearing you
would think he did it solely for you.. I believe
252 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
with the light and the testimony which he has,
he would have joined the Church, even though
there had been no Atelia Heldman waiting for
him within. I believe this, and I want you to
believe it also."
"Yes, I will ; thank you," she almost whispered.
'That's all; now, let us go back to our com-
pany. No tears. Sister; put on your brightest
face, for you have reasons to do so."
Frue Steen had entertained, in her day, the
"best society" in the land, and had done it in
the most approved manner; but now she had
listened to Halvor's suggestion, and the drinking
of the many "skaals" in as many kinds of wines
had been eliminated as not proper for this
gathering; even coffee was not served. It was
not easy for Frue Steen to be reconciled to these
innovations, but she did it as gracefully as
Abstinence from forbidden things did not
lessen the good cheer of the evening. There was
music and singing, and Uncle Sande told one of
the Telemarken Christmas fairy tales. Then, of
course, there was the dinner, the eating of which
took a long time. Around the table, the talk
led to the prospects of so many of the company
soon going to America. Atelia spoke of America
rather than Zion, thinking that the first term
would not grate so much on the ears of her
uncle and Frue Steen, but these two people sur-
prised the others by saying that they saw no
CHRISTMAS EVE AT STRAND 253
reason why every one present might not meet
some day in a similar gathering in Utah.
*'I say amen to that," answered the President.
And now, well towards midnight, when all
others had retired, Halvor and Atelia were alone.
All the evening, they had communicated to each
other only by look and touch the fact that they
understood, and they were supremely happy
in the knowledge. Now they might use words
to explain anything which might be lacking, and
yet words, fitting and expressive enough, were
not easy to find. But they could sit close to-
gether on the sofa, and he could press her braids
close against his cheek; and in the shaded, mel-
lowed lamp-light they could commune without
words; for every barrier had now been removed
between them; together they could go into the
future, not only one in heart, but one in faith
and the high purpose which the gospel had im-
planted in their hearts. All the misunderstand-
ings of the past had been cleared, not by many
w^ords of theirs, but by the wonderful workings
of the Lord — not the least instrument having
been the kind Conference President. Oh, the
joy of knowing each other as perfectly as im-
perfect mortals can!
"Atelia," he said softly, "you are mine now —
you will be mine forever."
"Yes, Halvor, I wanted to be with you forever
— I wanted to be yours always — that's why, Hal-
vor, that's why!"
HALVOR AND ATELIA BEGIN RIGHT.
ARRIED, yesterday, in the Temple,
Miss Atelia Heldman and Mr. Halvor
Steen. The bride is the beautiful and
talented young lady, who, some two
years ago, captured a prize at a sailing of the
Norwegian National Regatta. The bridegroom
is a capable salesman of the Enterprise Mer-
cantile Company." — Newspaper announcement.
Atelia had been in Utah nearly a year, Halvor,
six months. Atelia had made her home with
Sister Nordo and Helga. Halvor and Atelia had
looked the city over for a house, and they had
found a six-roomed cottage well suited to their
tastes and means. They could have begun with
less, but Frue Steen was expected soon, and she
would live with them.
From the Temple, Halvor and Atelia w^ent to
Sister Nordo's, where a few friends and supper
were awaiting them. Among the visitors were
Waldemar Larsen and his wife who had come
from their home in Sanpete for the occasion.
The Christiania Conference President, lately re-
turned, was also present. There were many other
dear friends of the newly-married couple who
would receive invitations to visit them later, but
both Halvor and Atelia had agreed that the day
of their marriage was too sacred to be unduly
HALVOR AND ATELIA BEGIN RIGHT 255
and unnecessarily disturbed by a big and perhaps
a noisy company.
The evening passed pleasantly; the guests left
early; and then Halvor and Atelia walked to
their own home through the moonlight of a clear
Sister Nordo had been there before them.
There was a smouldering fire in the grate, and
a faint odor of "king's incense" pervaded the
room, giving it an old-home touch of remem-
brance. Halvor switched on the light, and when
wraps had been put away and the coals in the
grate made to blaze, he turned it off again.
Then he drew up two easy chairs to the grate.
"Here we are," said Halvor, "man and wife,
by the home-fire. The open fire is a reversion
to the times of our Viking forefathers, but it's
a very fine coming back to first principles."
Atelia did not reply. She appeared a little
tired, as she rested her head on the back of the
chair. The clock, a present from Helga, ticked
cosily on the mantle. Above it on the wall hung
the model from which the "Bue Bird" had been
built. On the table, standing in the central
place of honor and surrounded by a few simple
wedding presents, the prize cup which Atelia had
won, shone red from the fire. Back on the
shadowed wall hung an oil painting of a Nor-
wegian fjord, flanked on one side by a photo-*
graph of Heimstad, and on the other by a por-
trait of Captain Heldman.
256 A DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH
"Atelia," said Halvor, "come here to me."
He held out his arms. She looked up, smiled,
came to him, and nestled into his embrace. Then
he went on talking quietly though somewhat
"You are tired," he said. "We've had a long
day We'll need to think a lot of what we've
seen and heard. . . . From now on, we race in
the same boat, if there is to be any racing
I'm the captain, too, remember. . . . Elder Larsen
is looking fine, isn't he? What a sweet wife
he has! You remember he told us about her —
the girl who was waiting for him .... That was
a genuine Norwegian dinner Sister Nordo gave
us, wasn't it, even to the raspberry pudding. . . .
Did you read mother's letter? What did you
make of Uncle Sande's last epistle — I believe he's
converted. . . . Are you asleep?"
He pushed the hair from his wife's forehead
to see if she was awake. With wide-open eyes
she was looking into the fire in the grate.
"Wasn't it beautiful?" she said.
"Wasn't what beautiful?"
"The ceremony that made us husband and
wife for time and eternity. It was worth all
our waiting, wasn't it, to be able to begin right?"
He raised her head and looked into her glowing
eyes. Then he sealed his affirmation with a kiss.
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